Last year, I was doing some Christmas shopping in a toy store and decided to look at Barbie dolls for my nieces. A cute little girl, daintily dressed was excitedly looking at the same Barbie doll that I was checking, she was holding rolled money clamped tightly in her little hand. When she came upon a Barbie she liked, she would turn and ask her daddy if she had enough money to buy it. He usually said "yes," but she would keep looking and keep going through their ritual of "do I have enough?"
As she was looking, a little boy dressed ruggedly wandered in across the aisle and started sorting through the battery operated car toys and video games. Obviously he was wearing a pants probably a couple of sizes too small. He, too, had money in his hand, but it looked to be no more than hundred pesos or so, at the most. He was with his father as well, and kept picking up the small car toys and other video games. Each time he picked one up and looked at his father, his father shook his head, "no."
The little girl had apparently chosen her Barbie, a beautifully-dressed, glamorous doll that would have been the envy of every little girl on her neighborhood. However, she had stopped and was watching the conversation between the little boy and his father. Rather frustrated, the boy had given up on the car toys and had chosen what looked like a leaftlets of stickers instead. He and his father then started walking through another aisle of the store.
I saw the little girl spoke with her dad and she put her Barbie back on the shelf, and ran over to the video games. She excitedly picked up one that was lying on top of the other toys, and raced toward the check-out counter. I picked up my purchases and got in line behind them. Then, much to the little girl's obvious delight, the little boy and his father got in line behind me. After the toy was paid for and bagged, the little girl handed it back to the cashier and whispered something in her ear. The cashier smiled and put the package under the counter.
I paid for my purchases and was rearranging things in my purse when the little boy came up to the cashier. The cashier tapped the counter bell three times at the little boy purchases and then said, "Congratulations, you are my hundredth customer today, and you win a prize!" With that, she handed the little boy the video game, and he could only stare in disbelief. It was, he said, exactly what he had wanted!
The little girl and her father had been standing at the doorway during that time, and I saw the biggest, prettiest, toothless smile on that little girl that I have ever seen in my life. Then they walked out the door, and I followed, close behind them. I heard the father asked his daughter why she had done that. I'll never forget what she said to him. "Daddy, didn't Nanay and PawPaw want me to buy something that would make me happy?" He said, "Of course they did, Baby." To which the little girl replied, "Well, I just did!"
With that, she giggled and started skipping toward their car. Obviously, she had decided on the answer to her own question of, "do I have enough?"
I feel very privileged to have witnessed the true spirit of Christmas in that toy store, in the form of a little girl who understands more about the reason for the season than most adults I know!
May God bless her and her parents, just as she blessed that little boy, and me last night! Have a Merry, Merry Christmas and a peaceful New Year to each and everyone. God bless.







