Christmas on the prairie

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I don't believe it will get old, I enjoy it every time it's posted, Merry Christmas!


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Iggy that reminds me of someone I knew. Met him working on drilling rigs in the oil patch. Lived by himself in a little apartment. Gruff, foul mouthed, drank a filth of CC a day. Acted like he didn't care about anything or one. Once he paid a ton of money for a boxed lunch at a social for a kid who got burned and claimed it was only so he could get lucky with the widow woman who made it. I gave him a hard time about it.

The driller who I had got to know well took me aside and told me that Timmy had grown up an orphan in an orphanage. All the money he made other than that for the CC and the apartment went to that orphanage and the kids in it. Humbled me bad.

You find the real Saints in the strangest places and sometimes the cover has little to do with the book.
 
It's the real people that most of us never meet. The down to earth people who have the kindest of heart. Sometimes we never notice them or really realize who they are. We truely are blessed to have known them and we crossed their paths.
 
Chip,
I read your story to my boys every Christmas.
It's extra special to them, what with having met you for real.

Su Amigo,
Dave
 
Chip,
This is what I realize from reading your story.


On this Christmas Eve, it is a good thing to recall days and years gone by.

For happy memories are to be revisited and cherished, for it is part of our history,
it is our lives shared with others, that makes one remembered for our kindness.


Merry Christmas to all and to all a good nite.

Dave
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Dave,
Thanks for the phone call and Best Wishes to all of your family.
 
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