The Wonderfullest Christmas Ever!
Hello …..
What do I have for you today? Just this beautiful Christmas story!
It’s Simple. Charming. Heart-warming. An expression of gratitude. Love. Compassion. Acceptance. Abundance.
I want to share it with you to help you enjoy the holiday season as you celebrate at this time of year.
It’s a little piece called “Christmas Story” by John Henry Faulk. Faulk was a gifted storyteller and former radio broadcaster. He first recorded his Christmas Story in 1974 for the program “Voices in the Wind.”
National Public Radio started a tradition of airing Faulk’s story every year during this holiday season, so if you’re a regular listener you have probably heard it. But here it is anyway. I hope you enjoy it.
Have a wonderful holiday season!
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By the way — if you’d like to listen to an audio of John Henry Faulk reading the Christmas Story, go to:
You’ll see the link for the audio there on the npr site. They even have an mp3 file you can download and listen to it over and over. Play it for your kids and your grandkids. It’s a story about the “Wonderfullest Christmas Ever!”
Or — You can settle back for a few minutes and just read the story here —- >>>
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Dec. 24, 2000 — The day after Christmas a number of years ago, I was driving down a country road in Texas. And it was a bitter cold, cold morning. And walking ahead of me on the gravel road was a little bare-footed boy with non-descript ragged overalls and a makeshift sleeved sweater tied around his little ears. I stopped and picked him up. Looked like he was about 12 years old and his little feet were blue with the cold. He was carrying an orange.
And he got in and had the brightest blue eyes one ever saw.
And he turned a bright smile on my face and says, “I’m-a going down the road about two miles to my cousins. I want to show him my orange old Santa Claus brought me.”
But I wasn’t going to mention Christmas to him because I figured he came from a family — the kind that don’t have Christmas.
But he brought it up himself. He said, “Did old Santa Claus come to see you, Mister?”
And I said, “Yes. We had a real nice Christmas at our house and I hope you had the same.”
He paused for a moment, looked at me. And then with all the sincerity in the world said, “Mister, we had the wonderfulest Christmas in the United States down to our place. Lordy, it was the first one we ever had had there. See, we never do have them out there much. Don’t notice when Christmastime comes. We heared about it, but never did have one ’cause — well, you know, it’s just papa says that old Santa Claus — papa hoorahs a lot and said old Santa Claus was scared to bring his reindeer down into our section of the county because folks down there so hard up that they liable to catch one of his reindeer and butcher him for meat.
But just several days before Christmas, a lady come out from town and she told all the families through there, our family, too, that they was — old Santa Claus was come in town to leave some things for us and if papa’d go in town, he could get some Christmastime for all of us. And papa hooked up the mule and wagon. He went in town. But he told us children, said, “Now don’t ya’ll get all worked up and excited because there might not be nothing to this yarn that lady told.”
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