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May 2007 - Page 23
Christmas Tree Angel
by Erica
It was December 24th 1996. I was eight years old at the time. My family and I had just moved into our new mobile home on the 23rd. Now for some, a mobile home isn't much, but for us, it was very much of a blessing. See, earlier in the year, in September, Hurricane Fran ripped through our hometown in Hampstead, North Carolina, tearing apart our home and forcing my family to live with friends for three months.
We were elated to have our own place to spend Christmas in. The only problem was, we had no Christmas tree. I was upset at the time because I thought without a Christmas tree, Santa wouldn't come. It was getting to be around 8 or 9 o'clock at night, and my parents became determined to find a Christmas tree for my sister and me to decorate to make our Christmas a little brighter.
Now at this time of night on a Christmas eve, nowhere is open. There was no one available anywhere for us to get a real tree, and no stores open to even get a fake one. We were going down a deserted market street, which is usually very busy, and came upon a lot that was filled with beautiful Christmas trees. Beside it was a little camper with a light on. My mom told my dad to stop because it could be our only hope in having a tree for that night. My sister and I sat in the car as our parents walked around looking at the trees. It was at this point, out of nowhere, a man came up behind them. He had a very kind face and a very sweet charm about him. "You folks lookin' for a Christmas tree?" My parents explained our situation to him. He looked into the backseat and saw my head hung low. "Can't let that little girl go without a Christmas tree. Take anyone you'd like." My parents smiled and thanked the man, and found the perfect tree for our home. The man helped my father load the tree into the back of our car.
My father turned away for literally about two seconds to make sure the tree was secure. He then turned back to shake the man's hand, but the man had completely disappeared. We were out in a big open field and there was nowhere this man could've gone in just a couple of seconds. My parents walked around the field, around the camper, and even knocked on the door to thank him, but he was nowhere to be found. Ever since then, we have referred to him as our "Christmas Angel."
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