We got presents that night and again the next morning but no blue jacket appeared. I was heartbroken.
We went back to school a few days later. At recess I spotted a flash of bright blue across the playground.
A smaller, skinny kid from the poorest family in town came running over to me.
He was wearing a blue cotton sateen UK jacket that was about three sizes too big but his smile was ear to ear.
“Thanks, Keith, I really like my jacket. It’s the best Christmas present ever.”
And thank you, mom, for teaching me that it is more blessed to give than to receive.
Keith Kappes is a columnist for The Morehead (Ky.) News. Contact him at firstname.lastname@example.org.