Tom
Bobby was getting cold sitting out in his back yard in the snow. Bobby didn't
wear boots; he didn't like them and anyway he didn't own any. The thin
sneakers he wore had a few holes in them and they did a poor job of keeping
out the cold. Bobby had been in his backyard for about an hour already. And,
try as he might, he could not come up with an idea for his mother's Christmas
gift. He shook his head as he thought, "This is useless, even if I do come up
with an idea, I don't have any money to spend."

Ever since his father had passed away three years ago, the family of five had
struggled. It wasn't because his mother didn't care, or try, there just never

seemed to be enough. She worked nights at the hospital, but the small wage
that she was earning could only be stretched so far. What the family lacked
in money and material things, they more than made up for in love and family
unity. Bobby had two older and one younger sister, who ran the household in
their mother's absence. All three of his sisters had already made beautiful
gifts for their mother. Some how it just wasn't fair. Here it was Christmas
Eve already, and he had nothing.

Wiping a tear from his eye, Bobby kicked the snow and started to walk down to
the street where the shops and stores were. It wasn't easy being six without
a father, especially when he needed a man to talk to. Bobby walked from shop
to shop, looking into each decorated window. Everything seemed so beautiful
and so out of reach. It was starting to get dark and Bobby reluctantly turned
to walk home when suddenly his eyes caught the glimmer of the setting sun's

rays reflecting off of something along the curb. He reached down and
discovered a shiny dime. Never before has anyone felt so wealthy as Bobby
felt at that moment. As he held his new found treasure, a warmth spread
throughout his entire body and he walked into the first store he saw. His
excitement quickly turned cold when salesperson after salesperson told him
that he could not buy anything with only a dime. He saw a flower shop and
went inside to wait in line.

When the shop owner asked if he could help him, Bobby presented the dime and
asked if he could buy one flower for his mother's Christmas gift. The shop
owner looked at Bobby and his ten cent offering. Then he put his hand on
Bobby's shoulder and said to him, "You just wait here and I'll see what I can
do for you." As Bobby waited, he looked at the beautiful flowers and even
though he was a boy, he could see why mothers and girls liked flowers. The
sound of the door closing as the last customer left, jolted Bobby back to
reality. All alone in the shop, Bobby began to feel alone and afraid.
Suddenly the shop owner came out and moved to the counter.

There, before Bobby's eyes, lay twelve long stem, red roses, with leaves of
green and tiny white flowers all tied together with a big silver bow. Bobby's
heart sank as the owner picked them up and placed them gently into a long
white box. "That will be ten cents young man." the shop owner said reaching
out his hand for the dime. Slowly, Bobby moved his hand to give the man his
dime. Could this be true? No one else would give him a thing for his dime!
Sensing the boy's reluctance, the shop owner added, "I just happened to have
some roses on sale for ten cents a dozen. Would you like them?" This time
Bobby did not hesitate, and when the man placed the long box into his hands,
he knew it was true. Walking out the door that the owner was holding for
Bobby, he heard the shop keeper say, "Merry Christmas, son."


As he returned inside, the shop keeper's wife walked out. "Who were you
talking to back there and where are the roses you were fixing?" Staring out
the window, and blinking the tears from his own eyes, he replied, "A strange
thing happened to me this morning. While I was setting up things to open the
shop, I thought I heard a voice telling me to set aside a dozen of my best
roses for a special gift. I wasn't sure at the time whether I had lost my mind
or what, but I set them aside anyway. Then just a few minutes ago, a little
boy came into the shop and wanted to buy a flower for his mother with one
small dime. When I looked at him, I saw myself, many years ago. I too was a
poor boy with nothing to buy my mother a Christmas gift. A bearded man, whom
I never knew, stopped me on the street and told me that he wanted to give me
ten dollars. When I saw that little boy tonight, I knew who that voice was, it had to be from God.
 I put together a dozen of my very best roses." The shop owner and his
wife hugged each other tightly, and as they stepped out into the bitter cold
air, they somehow didn't feel cold at all.