On Sunday, I had another Christmas party and another gift exchange at a friend’s house. I decided to be cute and bring my fancy numbers along.
Unfortunately, when I got home, I realized that number fifteen was missing. I checked and rechecked to no avail. I called a friend I knew to be still at the party cleaning up, but it was not at the house.
Our assumption was the someone had accidentally put it in their pocket or into the gift bag instead of back into the special bag I’d brought. Now the fun became trying to remember who was number fifteen. I dialed for dollars but came up empty. Finally, one woman thought she might have remembered who had number fifteen.
Given the hour, I decided to simply email her rather than wake up her entire house. By this point, it was Monday night — the 14th — and I knew there would be disaster in my house come yesterday morning. And there was. There was crying and wailing and gnashing of teeth about the missing fifteen. Well, there was until Mister Man had the idea of just putting up number sixteen intead. Ah-ha!
Last night, I got home from work late. I arrived to a mysterious bag sitting in my doorway and twelve emails going back and forth trying to track down the missing ornament. Offers to search through garbage were handed out. My friend who did have number fifteen offered to buy us a whole new tree. I was overwhelmed by how far people would go for a little number!
I was hoping that we could easily find the number, but if not then we’d deal with it. We’d fake a number of we’d just deal with the fact that we no longer had number fifteen.
My friend wasn’t going to let that happen, however. She felt so guilty about misplacing the number fifteen — and truly, we don’t know that it was her. Someone else may have moved or taken the fifteen after she put it in the bag.
So inside the bag she left unsolicited in my doorway last night was a replacement ornament that she had made, and two presents for the wee ones. She actually made a new felt ornament to go on our tree when she hadn’t found it within two hours, then drove to my house to drop it off.
And this morning after Mister Man read the apology letter she left him? He totally forgave her and understood. But that new ornament?
Look, Little Miss! Look! We have a brand new ornament for our tree. And it’s a SNOWball!
First of all, I can’t believe she made that. I can’t even come close to cutting an actual circle, let alone two, and forget painting a recognizable number on it and making a border. It looks great, doesn’t it?
It’s now happily ensconced on our tree, and the world is once again right. In fact, it’s more than right. Thank you, L. Thank you so much for going above and beyond — we’re really grateful!
I hope each and every one of you has friends who would do something like that. Talk about finding a way to put some joy into everyone’s hearts.