This year my household was blessed with a Christmas miracle. Okay, so it may not have entirely been intentional, but it was fabulous nonetheless. Let me explain.
A few nights ago, my mom and I were in the car exiting the garage to go to Walmart for some Christmas shopping. As we pulled out, we noticed some bright red lights on our house that we had not seen before. We were amazed. Someone had gifted us Christmas lights. We were confused. Someone had gifted us Christmas lights? Who had done this? Who knew that we had talked about wanting them, but we didn’t want to pay for them? Who knew our address?
We looked around for the hidden cameras, but there weren’t any. We waited for a text telling us who had given us this wonderful present. That text never came. We chalked it up to a Christmas miracle given to us by a Christmas angel and went about our business.
Eager to know who this mysterious, generous being was, my mom posted on Facebook about our little surprise and thanked whoever thought to give us the lights. We ignored the fact that it could have been a mistake. Of course someone had been kind to us. It was definitely not a mistake, right? We didn’t want them to take our lights away if it was a mistake.
Sure enough, the next day my mom got a call. Let me give you a quick backstory. We moved in August, so this is our first Christmas at our new house. On the other end of that phone call was our realtor. He mentioned that we might have some new, bright red additions to our house that we did not ask for. He said that the previous owners of our house ordered the lights, and the company put them up at the wrong address. Okay, maybe nobody purposefully gave us the lights, but we had become attached. Please don’t let them take the lights away. Then the realtor gave us some great news: the company would leave up the lights if we liked them because it was their mistake. That wasn’t even the best part.
The next day, bright and early in the morning, there was a knock at our door. My mom opened it to find two men who were from the Christmas lights company. They came to apologize for the mix-up. My mom assured them that it was no trouble and actually a blessing in disguise. Then you will never guess what they told her. They said that they wouldn’t just want red lights (that was the only color used on our house). Then they offered to change the colors for us. My mom said she didn’t necessarily just want red, but she didn’t want to pay for it. The Christmas lights people said we wouldn’t have to pay; they would do it for free.
Let’s take a moment to summarize. We were given Christmas lights. It turned out to be a mistake. The Christmas lights people let us keep them. They are going to change the colors for us, and we didn’t have to pay for any of it. Like, it was all free. If that is not a Christmas miracle, I don’t know what is.
No matter what is happening in life, there are always positive moments. There are always secret gifts that may turn out to be mistakes but still succeed in putting a smile on your face. You may be the one to make a mistake, but that mistake may touch someone’s life instead. Joy can come from anything. I cannot tell you how grateful I am that those guys from the lights company accidentally came to the wrong house. Now we have a brighter house and fuller hearts. Okay, that was cheesy, but it’s true. Merry Christmas and happy holidays!!
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