As I think more about Operation Christmas Child, I recall a memory from days long past. Let me take you back to Christmas 1984…
Rita was learning much about her new home: English words, American schools, fireflies and snow– life in suburban Illinois had little in common with life in Hong Kong. But despite the difficulties, she was getting by. First-grade was okay, though making friends was hard…
One day, an unexpected visitor knocked on the apartment door. A girl was there, older than Rita, dressed in a uniform of some sort. She called herself a Girl Scout, and she offered Rita and her sister a gift, in celebration of Christmas. Rita's family had always celebrated Christmas with her church in Hong Kong, but Christmas gifts were new to her. Rita did not understand why this stranger would give her a present, but she was happy to receive it. Inside the gift was a pony, a comb with her name on it, and several other fun items. To this day, she has that pony, and she will always remember that year when she received her first Christmas gift…
And yes, I still have the My Little Pony I received that snowy day. If that gift made such an impression on my six-year-old mind, can you imagine what a shoebox of presents would mean to a boy or girl in an impoverished or disaster-stricken country?
Again, if you are not familiar with Operation Christmas Child, click on the link to find out more!
And yes, I still have the My Little Pony I received that snowy day. If that gift made such an impression on my six-year-old mind, can you imagine what a shoebox of presents would mean to a boy or girl in an impoverished or disaster-stricken country?
Again, if you are not familiar with Operation Christmas Child, click on the link to find out more!
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