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  Christman day in the morning

  He found his father and clutched him in a great hug . He felt his father's arms go around him. It was dark, and they could not see each other's faces.

  "Son, i thank you. Nobody ever did a nicer thing--"

  "Oh, dad, i want you to know-i do want to be good!" the words broke from him of their own will. He did not know what to say. His heart was bursting with love.

  "Well, i reckon I can go back to sleep," his father said after a moment. "No, listen-the little ones are wa ked up. Come to think of it, son. I've never seen you c hildren when you first saw the christmas tree. I was al ways in the barn. Come on!"

  he pulled on his clothes again, and they went down to the christman tree, and soon the sun was creeping up to where the stars had been. Oh, what a christmas, and how his heart had nearly burst again with shyness and p ride as his father told his mother about how he, rob, h ad got up all by himself.

  "The best christmas gift i ever had, and i'll remem ber it, son, every year on christmas morning, as long a s i live."

  They had both remembered it, and now that father wa s dead he remembered it alone: that blessed christmas d awn when, along with the cows in the barn, he had made his first gift of true love. Outside the window now the stars slowly faded. He got out of bed and put on his sl ippers and bathrobe and went softly downstairs. He brou ght in the tree, and carefully began to trim it. It was done every soon. He then went to his library and fetche d the little box that contained his special gift to his wife, a diamond brooch, not large but dainty in design. But he was not satisfied. He wanted to tell her-to tell her how much he loved her.

  How fortunate that he had been albe to love! Ah, th at was the true joy of life, the ability to love! For h e was quite sure that some people were genuinely unable to love anyone. But love was alive in him; it still was .

  It occurred to him suddenly that it was alive becau se long ago it had been born in him when he knew his fa ther loved him. That was it: love alone could waken lov e.

  And this morning, this blessed christmas morning, h e would give it to his beloved wife. He could write it down in a letter for her to read and keep forever. He w ent to his desk and began: My dearest love……

  When it was finished, he sealed it and tied it on t he tree. He put out the light and went tiptoeing up the stairs. The stars in the sky were gone, and the first r ays of the sun were gleaming in the east, such a happy, happy christmas!

 
 

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