I have recently got a new insight into
Christmas. It is still a gaudy holiday for people to debauch
themselves, but it can conversely be a time for generosity and
fellowship. People seem to be a lot happier and “in the spirit”
of things. Though this season has been a bit lonely for me with
Vincent and Robin being out of town on their trip. There are not
many other people that I can “hang” with Chantel is interesting,
but I don't know her well enough to impose upon her.
Vincent was kind enough to offer me a
chance to go with them, but even I could see that this was a good
chance for them to be alone together. Also, I didn't want to be a
“cockblock” to my friend and allow him to “seal the deal” at
least this is what the guys in the locker room say. Though in all
honesty I have no idea what they are talking about, there are so many
nuances to language that don't mean what they seem to mean. I just
hope sealing the deal doesn't mean some infernal pact. Though
Vincent has promised to stop making those sorts of deals, you have to
have faith.
Father Richards and his wife Anne have
been very kind to me. They have given me a place to stay, in the
basement of the church. I try to repay them by doing the chores
around the church and the adjoining house. Cleaning the church and
keeping the snow cleared from both properties. Anne seems
particularly grateful and calls me an “angel” for doing all the
heavy work. She makes me hot chocolate with these little
marshmallows and homemade cookies. Sweets seems to be a weakness of
mine.
Father Richards has also given me
access to the vault under the church and said I am authorized to use
anything there. It seems he is a man with a history since few
people apparently have a cache of weapons and equipment that he has.
Regardless of his history he is a man of god and his past is his
business. He has also taken an interest in my well being. It is
nice to have people that care for you. It must be what parents are
like, to have a close connection to someone who mentors you.
Last night he came to me and asked me
for a favour. The babysitter that they had for their night out
canceled and he was in a “jam”. He asked if I could watch his 3
children for him. There was no way I could refuse and children are
quite interesting to watch. I did express my trepidation due to my
lack of experience with children but he said I should be able to
handle it.
Children are curious things and I have
always been a bit uncomfortable around them. Probably not a surprise
since I am mostly uncomfortable with people. It is hard to figure
out what it appropriate to say or do around children.
Rachel, Girl, Age 8 likes unicorns and
dinosaurs. She does Tae-kwon-do at the community center. She is the
oldest of the three. She is the most gregarious and outgoing of all
the children. Arron, Boy, Age 7 watches power rangers and likes
playing angry birds. He follows his sister around and tends to be
the one she orders around.. Beth, Girl, Age 5 she likes reading and
my little pony. She tends to be very quiet and solemn. Beth has
always struck me as very watchful I find her staring at me a lot.
They all have dark hair like their father and brown eyes
with lots of dimples, like their mother. They are also very loud for people so small.
Probably best not to go into the full
evening. Since even relaying it makes me nauseous. It did end up
with a near fire in the kitchen, the dog knocked over the Christmas
tree chasing the children around, flour all over the kitchen and my cloths, and flood from the
sink in the bathroom when Arron wanted to have a sea battle with his
Power Ranger figures. The rest of the night was spent cleaning up
the messes, resolving arguments and putting the children back to bed continuously after I read them
several bedtime stories. There were plenty of objections from Rachel who
stated to me that she should be allowed to go to bed latest because
she is the "oldest." I do not think I ever prayed to god more, to
give me strength to survive the trial.
Father Richards and Anne returned to
find me laying on the couch, looking worse for wear. The house was
mostly back to normal and the children had not made an escape attempt
in the last hour. I am ashamed to say that I did not go into full detail of the night and
kept it as brief as possible . They thanked me for taking such good
care of the children and said they wanted to surprise me with
something. Anne had an excited smile as they took me outside to the
garage. The opened the garage door and there was an old Indian
Motorcycle with a bow on it. I was at a loss for words as to what to
say.
Father Richards ran his hand over the
handle bars of the motorcycle. “This is something that I haven't
ridden in years. It was from a former life but I could never part
with it. Anne and I think it would be better if you had it. It
still needs work but I can help you with some of that. It will only
take some hard work to make it work properly again. “
I was thrilled but felt like it was too
much of a gift. “Father Richards I don't know if I can accept
something this generous. You and Anne have given me so much
already.”
“You really should stop calling me
Father Richards, Israel. You should call me John. And we want you
to have it. You are a good person and we wouldn't have asked
you to take care of the kids if we didn't think you were able to
handle the responsibility. The children trust you and I knew they
would be safe with you. We kind of think of you as one of the family. So us giving you a used motorcycle is no big deal so stop making it into one. ” He and Anne shared a funny smile with each other.
It was one of the nicest things anyone
has said to me and the best Christmas present I have ever gotten.
The last thing John asked me was “Can
you watch the kids next week?”
Father give me strength.