Sarah switched on the Christmas tree lights. The tree stood
in its usual place in the corner where it had stood for the last thirty years.
The nativity scene sat on the end table by the new couch. Well, sort of new.
She’d replaced the twenty-five- year-old one five years ago.
It was a comfortable room like most of the rooms in the house
she and Tom had raised their two children. Every Christmas had been family
time. Even when Carol and Steve had left for college and moved out, they always
made it back for Christmas. Two years ago, Tom had died. It had been difficult
that year, but Steve, and Carol and her family had come home. This year there
would be no family. A sigh slipped out.
Familiar Christmas songs played softly in the background. There
had never been a Christmas quite like this one. Covid wasn’t family friendly.
No Christmas Eve at church, although she had watched it on the computer. No
family get togethers, and for many people no food.
She’d had a bad spell a week ago after talking with Carol. She
felt sorry for herself. She’d be alone. No sense putting up the tree or
decorating. No family for dinner. She hadn’t even planned to cook a dinner. Why
Then she shook it off. Carol and Steve were worried about
her. First that she was a high risk for Covid, and second that being alone for
Christmas she’d be depressed. She didn’t want them to worry about her and ruin
their own Christmas. There were so many people worse off. People who couldn’t
pay rent or their mortgage and might lose their homes. Others who couldn’t buy
food. And those who had family members who were ill.
No, she would not wallow in pity. She’d dragged out the tree
and decorations. She’d baked dozens of cookies and tarts, boxed them and sent
them to Carol and Steve. She’d sent dozens off to The Mustard Seed and the food
bank. She’d order everything for a big dinner. A turkey was in the oven and
dinner with all the trimmings would be ready soon. The wonderful smell of Christmas
filled the house. Small, divided boxes lined the counter ready for the turkey
It had been a busy week. It felt good. Sarah sang along with ‘We
Wish You a Merry Christmas’ as she pulled the turkey out of the oven and made
gravy while it cooled and then mashed potatoes. She sliced the turkey, packed
the boxes, added the Brussels, and filled a small plate for herself.
The taxi arrived.
“I’m so glad you can do this. Here’s a list of the addresses.”
She gave him the piece of paper. Sarah had contacted a couple of agencies to
get the list, mostly single mothers, and the elderly. “I typed it so you wouldn’t
have trouble reading it.”
The driver took the list and scanned it.
Sarah brought the large bags with the dinners from the kitchen
and handed them to the driver.
“How much do I owe to deliver all these?” Sarah opened her
“You made dinner for all these people?” he asked.
Sarah nodded. “So many people need help these days. This isn’t
much but hopefully it will bring a little Christmas to a few people.”
“Lady, if you can do all that, I can deliver them. No
“Really. Merry Christmas. I’ll see if I can get them
delivered before they all get too cold.” He hurried back to the taxi and drove
“Merry Christmas and thank you.” Sarah called after him. She
Back in the kitchen Sarah got her plate of food. She gave it
a quick zap in the microwave. She smiled. She’d be eating alone but it didn’t
feel so bad. The smile lasted and she hoped that some people would enjoy a
special turkey dinner. She was one of the lucky people with a home, food and
her health. There would be next year for the family Christmas. And she wouldn’t
eat alone. There was Zoom with Carol, Josh, and the grand kids.
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