Your True
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April 2003 –
Page 13
Ghost of
Christmas Present
by Arthur H.
My mother, whom I was very close to, passed away in 1964 when I was 17 years old. I left home that year and moved to Ontario from Nova Scotia. In 1969 I met a girl whom I will call Karen and we got married in March of 1970. In December of 1971 we were expecting our first child. We were living in a small 1-1/2 bedroom bungalow. There was a fireplace in the living room. My wife and I loved the fireplace and we had it lit every night.
It was Christmas Eve 1971 and we had just finished putting the gifts under the tree and a nice fire gave off beautiful glow. On the tree one string of lights, which were supposed to flash, had stopped several days before.
It was five minutes to midnight when the fireplace all of a sudden just about went out and the lights, which hadn't flashed for several days, started to flash - and the other lights stopped flashing. My wife and I were sitting on the floor and it had become very chilly in the room.
I happened to look over to my lazy boy chair... and a figure was sitting in my chair - my mother with a big beautiful smile on her face! My wife, who had obviously never met my mother, said she could see the same thing. This "ghost" never spoke, but just kept looking at myself and my wife and smiling.
At 12 midnight, the fire in the fireplace started up again and the lights on the tree stopped flashing and the others started flashing again. I looked over in the chair and the ghost was gone. No matter what I did to those Christmas lights, they never flashed again.
My mother has made another appearance again in 1984 when I was in an alcohol treatment program. I was doing my fourth step of the AA program with an Anglican minister. We were sitting on chairs in the middle of the back room of the church with a garbage bucket between us. I had written up what people I had wronged and different things I had done to hurt people. The minister gave me a candle and a book of matches. We tore up the pages that I had written and put them in the garbage bucket. I lit the candle and I put the flame to the paper in the garbage. We talked about the people I hurt and I was asking God for forgiveness. When I spoke about the things I did as a youngster to hurt my mother, the flame in the garbage gave off a beautiful glow and I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked up and my mother was telling me everything was going to be all right. I looked down again and over at the minister. He said he felt a presence, but didn't see or hear her. Another beautiful experience; however, I can't get an explanation.
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