by Jenny Beatrice, Pallottine communications director
It’s the night before Christmas and all through the house…
The teenagers are trying to open the boxes
filled with the boots with the funny name that they already know you bought them
because you called them from the store to ask, “Which one of you is a size nine?”
And the gold boxes sit in plain sight on your bedroom ﬂoor in all their glory,
reminiscent of the extravagance of scrumptious pears and oranges from days gone by.
Still the beggars persist, showing you the holes in the soles of last year’s boots
hoping to slip into the new ones before their time.
And for a moment,
you consider granting their request,
calculating the ratio of dollars to days worn.
But you take old-fashioned pleasure in making your girls be good for goodness’sake,
remembering that the joy of Christmas is in the waiting
for the gift that will truly ﬁll the holes in our souls.