Buried deep in the back of my van, in a pile of plastic bags
stuffed with clothes, shoes and other soon-to-be Salvation Army donations is a
toy reindeer that poops candy. It
was the gift I received at the white-elephant Christmas exchange for the
freshman girls small group I lead.
Accompanying the smiling plastic reindeer was a small packet of hard
candy pellets. The reindeer,
when gently pushed on the back, would emit a jaunty jingling of winter bells
while depositing his sweet pellet offering.
One person in my family can’t imagine why I would want to
give this away.
I loaded these many donation bags in my van several days ago
thinking I would drop them off that very day. But a full schedule and biting wind chill have caused me to
procrastinate.
Now, whenever I make a sharp turn or hit a bump – and there
are many of these on the uneven country roads I drive – the buried reindeer’s
jingle bells play. And for a
moment each time, driving by the slow-melting effulgence of snow-covered fields, my everyday travels feel like a
festive adventure.
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