True Spirit of Christmas
About five minutes ago the doorbell rang and when I answered it, there stood two kids that I didn't quite recognize. They had a heaping (and I do mean heaping!) plate of cookies for us.
When they offered me the cookies they said they see me walking Buddy everyday and just thought of us. I didn't recognize them right away until they pointed out their house. I see them most mornings when we're on our morning walk.
Dam, I'm tearing up as I write this.
To me that's the true meaning of the Spirit of Christmas.