He really wasn’t a Scrooge he just didn’t like giving gifts.
He wasn’t a mean guy he just didn’t like people.
Then there came a day when a little boy maybe 2 or 3 rushed up to this man who had seen the underside of war and needed a bottle to sober him.
“Mister, mister please come look at the tree with me. I love lights.” Before the man could object the little boy grabbed the man and pulled him down the hallway toward the Christmas tree.
Many of the vets who lived at the hospital were sharing eggnog and cookies.
“I love Christmas cookies.” The little’s boy’s eyes lit up.
“Well let us have some then my friend.” The man’s face was less pinched.
I watched as my little boy sat on the lap of this man. He couldnt stop talkign and the man didnt seem to mind the chatter.
When we finally had to go, My boy said “same time next week?”
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
What would the world be without the joy, wonder and kindness of children?
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” For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given: and the government shall be upon his shoulder: and his name shall be called Wonderful, Counselor, The mighty God, The Everlasting Father, The Prince of Peace.”
Isaiah 9:6
penned in moon dust 
Wishing you a holiday season full of joy and love.
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Merry Christmas!!!
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I always knew children have the ability to convert a man like scrooge to become a better person. Lovely story. Thank you Leslie. 🙂
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Reblogged this on Ned Hamson's Second Line View of the News.
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A beautiful story, moondust writer! Happy Holidays to you and your family. May you have a blessed season filled with childlike joy and wonder! ❤ ❤ ❤
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Yes! Merry Christmas, Moondust writer!
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