I hurried into the local department store to grab
 some last minute Christmas gifts.
I looked at all the people and grumbled to myself
I would be in there forever and I just had so much to do.
Christmas was beginning to become such a drag.
I kind of wished that I could just sleep through Christmas.
But I hurried the best I could through all the people to the toy 
department. Once again I kind of mumbled to myself at the
 prices of all  these toys. I  wondered if the grandkids 
would even play with them. I found myself in the doll aisle.




Out of the corner of my eye I saw a little boy about 5 holding 
a lovely doll. He kept touching her hair and he held her so 
gently. I could not seem to help myself,
I just kept looking over at the little boy and wondered who 
the doll was for, I watched him turn to a woman and he called 
his aunt by name and said" Are you sure I don't have enough 
money?" She replied a bit impatiently,
"You know that you don't have enough money for it"




The aunt told the little boy not to go anywhere,
That she had to go get some other things and would be back 
in a few minutes, And then she left the aisle.
The boy continued to hold the doll.
After a bit, I asked the boy who the doll was for.
He said, "It is the doll my sister wanted so badly for 
Christmas, She just knew that Santa would bring it".
I told him that maybe Santa was going to bring it
He said, "No, Santa can't go where my sister is....
I have to give the doll to my Mamma to take to her".
I asked him where his sister was.
He looked at me with the saddest eyes and said,
"She has gone to be with Jesus.
My Daddy says "that Mamma is going to have to go to be 
with her."




My heart nearly stopped beating.
Then the boy look at me again and said,
"I told my Daddy to tell Mamma not to go yet
I told him to tell her to wait till I got back from the store."
Then he asked me if I wanted to see his picture.
I told him I would love to. He pulled out some pictures he had 
taken at the front of the store. He said, "I want my Mamma to 
take this with her so she won't ever forget me.
I love my Mamma so very much and I wish she did not have 
to leave me". But Daddy says she will need 
to be with my sister".




I saw that the little boy had lowered his head and had grown 
so very quiet. While he was not looking I reached into my 
purse, And pulled out a handful of bills. I asked the little boy,
"Shall we count that money one more time?"
He grew excited and said, "Yes, I just know it has to be 
enough" So I slipped my money in with his and we began to 
count it. Of course it was plenty for the doll
He softly said, "Thank you Jesus for giving me enough 
money" The boy said " I just asked Jesus to give me enough 
money to buy this doll so Mamma can take it with her
 to give to my sister.  And he heard my prayer
I wanted to ask him for enough to buy my Mamma a white 
rose, but I didn't ask him, but he gave me enough to buy the 
doll and a rose for my Mamma,
She loves white roses so very very much".




In a few minutes the aunt came back and I wheeled my cart 
away. I could not keep from thinking about the little boy as I 
finished my shopping In a totally different spirit than when I 
had started. And I kept remembering a story I had seen in the 
newspaper several days earlier about a drunk driver hitting 
a car and killing a little girl and the Mother was in serious a 
condition. The family was deciding on whether to remove 
the life support. Now surely this little boy did not belong with 
that story!




Two days later I read in the paper that the family had 
disconnected the life support and the young woman had  died.




I could not forget the little boy, 
I kept wondering if the two were connected
Later that day, I could not help myself and I went out and 
bought some white roses and took them to the funeral home 
where the young mother was.
And there she was holding a lovely white rose, the beautiful
doll, and the picture of the little boy in the store.
I left there in tears, my life changed forever.




The love that little boy had for his little sister and his mother
was overwhelming.
And in a split second a drunk driver had ripped the life of that
little boy to pieces.




DO NOT DRINK AND DRIVE