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What Does Christmas Mean To You?
Bobby was getting cold sitting out in his back yard in the snow. 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 sister, who ran the house hold 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 the salesperson told him that he couldn't 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. 
May this story instill the spirit of 'CHRIST'mas in you.
 
Author Unknown
 
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