It was Christmas week thirty+ years ago and I was getting
four kids ready for bed. The doorbell rang, but no one was there – just a large
cardboard box on the step. We brought it in and opened it up. Inside was food:
a box of stuffing mix, a can of sweet potatoes, cranberry jelly, and turkey
gravy mix. There was also a jigsaw puzzle with pieces missing, an old blanket,
some well-used girls’ clothing, and several stuffed animals that had seen
better days. The food we used; the rest was too shabby even for Good Will. For
years I’ve wondered about that box. Who left it at our door? Was it a family
night lesson about giving, or a way to get rid of stuff they didn’t want
anymore? Were we chosen at random, or did they think we had no food in the
pantry or presents under the tree? I don’t suppose I’ll ever know.
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