9:00 p.m. December 24
While waiting at the bus stop, she saw him lying underneath a newspaper on the cold hard pavement. She couldn’t help but stop and stare. He was dressed in green and was covered in dirt.
As she stood looking down at him she thought to herself, “He looks like he needs a good home.”
She leaned over and pulled the newspaper off of him and asked, “Would you like to go home with me?”
He did not respond, but the look in his hard brown eyes told her that he did.
On the bus ride home they didn’t speak a word. She held on to his soiled hand. The thoughts of her little boy kept running through her head. A tear came to her eye.
The bus stopped in front of a dingy apartment complex on the out skirts of town.
She and he made their way to apartment 3B.
While thumbing her keys around to try to find the right key, she never let go of his hand.
10:30 pm December 24
She ran water in the rust stained sink.
“I suppose a good scrubbing will get you clean,” she assured him.
She took off his green tattered clothes and laid them on top of the toilet seat and proceeded to scrub him clean, the best she could.
“I am sorry I have no clothes for you to wear. But I know that a soldier is always comfortable in his uniform.” She whispered with a smile.
She placed the tattered green clothes back on him.
6 AM December 25
“Mommy, mommy!” her son yelled while swinging open her bedroom door.
“Look what Santa brought me.”
He held up the tattered green clothed “GI Joe” his mom brought home the night before.
“See, I told you Santa would come this year.” He giggled with excitement.
…it’s just another ordinary miracle today!