Once I got older, I learned the truth.
I learned my Nana survived an abusive relationship with the alcoholic Grandfather I never knew.
I learned my Nana had the courage to leave him in a time when divorce was heavily frowned upon, and raised her two sons (one being my Dad) on her own.
My Dad talks some of his childhood, but not much.
He once told me about a Christmas where he was sure he wouldn’t get any gifts, there was no money. But the next morning there were presents under their tree.
My Dad later learned an anonymous family had dropped them off late at night.
He remembers it being one of the best Christmases ever.
It is because of my Nana and my Dad, that every Christmas, we anonymously sponsor a single-mom Holiday Family.
When I buy for my Holiday Family, I think of my own family. I think about how my Dad felt like someone cared, how it made him happy to have some presents on Christmas like everyone else. I think about my Nana and how relieved she must have felt to have gifts for her sons.
It’s my hope that the Holiday Family mother we sponsor will know that someone cares, someone wishes her and her family well, and she has a Merry Christmas.