Tuesday, December 6, 2011
Penrose Christmas Chronicles
When I was six or seven, I told Mother I would like a book about Jesus for Christmas. So on Christmas morning here was my wondrous book. The book was a cheap one, marked 29 cents inside the front cover and I am sure even the 29 cents was hard to come by in those troubled days. I was so proud of this book. I took it to Sunday School in Byron and showed it to my teacher. She looked at it and told me "These are such poor pictures of Jesus. He doesn't look kind." My day was crushed and my heart sank. Forever after, I have never forgotten my sad feelings when my precious new book that came from Santa Claus was destroyed by an unthinking and careless Sunday School Teacher. So ever after I have thought, "Be very careful what you tell a child." And I have never forgotten this incident, seared permanently in my heart. But I know that Mother loved me enough to honor my humble Christmas request with the best that she could do, and my heart goes out to her even now for this treasured gift after so many, many years.