Evening all! This week, since I’m feeling festive, I thought I would post a little Christmas story that I heard a few years ago…
There once was a man called George who worked for the Post Office. His job was to process all the mail with illegible addresses.
One day, a letter arrived addressed to God, but with no other address details. He thought he should open it to see what it was about. The letter read:
I am an 83 year old widow living on a very small pension. Yesterday someone stole my purse. It had £100 in it, which was all the money I had until my next pension payment. Next Sunday is Christmas Day and I have invited two of my friends over for Christmas dinner. Without that money, I have nothing to buy food with. I have no family to turn to. You are my only hope.
Please can you help me?
George was touched. He showed the letter to his colleagues. All of them dug into their wallets and purses and came up with a few pounds. By the time he made the rounds, he had collected £96, which put into an envelope and sent to Edna.
For the rest of the day, all the postal workers had a warm feeling, thinking about Edna and the Christmas dinner she would be able to share with her friends.
Christmas came and went. A few days later, another letter addressed to God arrived. All the workers gathered around while George opened the letter.
As expected, the letter was from Edna. It read:
How can I ever thank you enough for what you did for me? Because of your gift of love, I was able to fix a glorious Christmas dinner for my friends. We had a very nice day and I told my friends all about your wonderful gift.
By the way, there were £4 missing. I think it must have been those bastards at the Post Office.
The blog will be back in the New Year; till then, Merry Christmas to all!