This morning started out as usual with getting my son up for work, making breakfast and driving him to his place of employment.
I came back ready to tackle the day starting with the morning dishes. I was cleaning off the table and there sat a paper plate. Almost tossed it but at the last minute noticed my son had written me a note.
The note said
"Christmas is a time for giving. Thank you for giving me life".
All I could do was sit down and bawl my eyes out till they are red and puffy.
Christmas presents don't have to be wrapped in bright fancy paper. Mine was a simple paper plate.
Still wiping the tears away.
Kate T. South Mississippi