Bobby didn't wear boots; he didn't like them and anyway he
didn't own any. The thin sneakers he wore had a few holes in
them and they did a poor job of keeping out the cold.
Bobby had been in his backyard for about an hour already.
And, try as he might, he could not come up with an idea for his
mother's Christmas gift. He shook his head as he thought,
"This is useless, even if I do come up with an idea, I don't
have any money to spend."
Ever since his father had passed away three years ago, the
family of five had struggled. It wasn't because his mother
didn't care, or try, there just never seemed to be enough.
She worked nights at the hospital, but the small wage that she
was earning could only be stretched so far.
What the family lacked in money and material things, they
more than made up for in love and family unity. Bobby had two
older and one younger sisters, who ran the household in their
mother's absence. All three of his sisters had already made
beautiful gifts for their mother. Somehow it just wasn't fair.
Here it was Christmas Eve already, and he had nothing.
Wiping a tear from his eye, Bobby kicked the snow and started
to walk down to the street where the shops and stores were. It
wasn't easy being six without a father, especially when he
needed a man to talk to.
Bobby walked from shop to shop, looking into each decorated
window. Everything seemed so beautiful and so out of reach.
It was starting to get dark and Bobby reluctantly turned to
walk home when suddenly his eyes caught the glimmer of the
setting sun's rays reflecting off of something along the curb.
He reached down and discovered a shiny dime.
Never before has anyone felt so wealthy as Bobby felt at that
moment. As he held his new found treasure, a warmth spread
throughout his entire body and he walked into the first store
he saw. His excitement quickly turned cold when salesperson
after salesperson told him that he could not buy anything with
only a dime.
He saw a flower shop and went inside to wait in line. When the
shop owner asked if he could help him, Bobby presented the dime
and asked if he could buy one flower for his mother's Christmas
gift. The shop owner looked at Bobby and his ten cent offering.
Then he put his hand on Bobby's shoulder and said to him, "You
just wait here and I'll see what I can do for you."
As Bobby waited, he looked at the beautiful flowers and even
though he was a boy, he could see why mothers and girls liked
flowers.
The sound of the door closing as the last customer left, jolted
Bobby back to reality. All alone in the shop, Bobby began to
feel alone and afraid.
Suddenly the shop owner came out and moved to the counter.
There, before Bobby's eyes, lay twelve long stem, red roses,
with leaves of green and tiny white flowers all tied together
with a big silver bow. Bobby's heart sank as the owner picked
them up and placed them gently into a long white box. "That
will be ten cents young man." the shop owner said reaching out
his hand for the dime. Slowly, Bobby moved his hand to give the
man his dime. Could this be true? No one else would give him a
thing for his dime!
Sensing the boy's reluctance, the shop owner added, "I just
happened to have some roses on sale for ten cents a dozen.
Would you like them?"
This time Bobby did not hesitate, and when the man placed the
long box into his hands, he knew it was true. Walking out the
door that the owner was holding for Bobby, he heard the shop
keeper say, "Merry Christmas, son."
As he returned inside, the shop keeper's wife walked out. "Who
were you talking to back there and where are the roses you
were fixing?"
Staring out the window, and blinking the tears from his own
eyes, he replied, "A strange thing happened to me this morning.
While I was setting up things to open the shop, I thought I
heard a voice telling me to set aside a dozen of my best roses
for a special gift. I wasn't sure at the time whether I had
lost my mind or what, but I set them aside anyway.
"Then just a few minutes ago, a little boy came into the shop
and wanted to buy a flower for his mother with one small dime.
"When I looked at him, I saw myself, many years ago. I too was
a poor boy with nothing to buy my mother a Christmas gift. A
bearded man, whom I never knew, stopped me on the street and
told me that he wanted to give me ten dollars. When I saw that
little boy tonight, I knew who that voice was, and I put
together a dozen of my very best roses."
The shop owner and his wife hugged each other tightly, and as
they stepped out into the bitter cold air, they somehow didn't
feel cold at all.