This is a less than heroic story. The ruined thread reminded me of the time the power went out on Christmas. The Christmas goose was in the detached garage and the manual open was messed up. I happened to wake up super early, realize the power was out, and call the power company. It turned on just in time for us to get the goose out of the fridge and cook it lol.
Every year my mom and her siblings each buy gifts for the little kids for santa to give out at our family christmas party. This year my Aunt said she told her brother to buy a gift for a specific kid. He apparently didn't hear her, didn't listen... whatever.
So Santa had no gift for one of the little ones. I gave Santa my gift to that little one and told him he could give it to the child. We put a new gift tag over my gift tag to say from Santa.
Then I felt awful when the little guy saw me giving gifts to everyone else ( from me) and he had no gift... Ugh. No good deed goes unpunished!! But at least he had a gift from Santa!
Here's mine: After Katrina, I took care of everyone else and business for a few months, then it all hit me at Christmas. I was looking on ebay and found a box of ornaments just like my childhood favorites so I bought one for $10. I had to explain the different address and thanked the seller for offering them. So, a week later, a huge box came. He had sent me his entire inventory - maybe 20 boxes of 1950's ornaments! And he included a very sweet letter. I told him I would share them with others who lost their decorations. A stranger saved Christmas for me!
A couple months later, he called me. He brought his church group fron New Hampshire to New Orleans to gut houses and asked if I needed any help! He saved my heart from despair.
This is amazing. It helps restore my faith in humanity.
I think every year someone posts that volenti story, and every year I cry reading it. Its so awesome.
I have never saved Xmas myself, except in the sense that I have bailed out my dad on Xmas eve more than once when he's realized that he didn't get my mom a present. Again. I do it for my mom, though, not for him.
Once my mom was making cookies and her blender jammed (chopping nuts) so she stuck her hand in it, like an idiot, and got her thumbnail sliced clean through. I was the only person in the family composed enough to effectively render first aid, thereby saving Christmas.
My nephew only asked for 1 thing from Santa this year, and my sister couldn't find it anywhere. I tracked one down and brought it to their house Christmas Eve. Not heroic, but made me happy to do it for them.