A couple of days ago on Twitter I listed all the planned activities for the two PD days, and joked that I would be buying my Christmas Baileys a few days early this year. Imagine my surprise when someone local to me said he had an unopened bottle of Forty Creek Cream Liquor that needed a home. (Haven’t we all fallen victim to the liquor store tasting table? I know I have. *remembers ill-conceived bottle of Goldschlager*)
We made arrangements to meet up and this kindly smiling fellow gave me a totally random holiday gift.
Honestly? I’ve been smiling all afternoon and not because I have opened the bottle yet. It was a nice gesture. He and I have talked politics before, and are on pretty opposite ends of the spectrum, but the conversation is always respectful. He certainly didn’t have to drive into a busy box-store business park on the day before Black Friday just to give me a bottle of booze, but he did, and it was just such a random kindness that guess what! My holiday mojo has raised its weary head and is peeking around.
I’m certainly going to pay it forward; I’m thinking now of what small, unexpected thing I can do for someone that will give them a lift. I’m smiling even more at the thought of it.
There is a grandma who volunteers every day at George’s preschool. I know she won’t get gifts like the other two staff do because her name isn’t down as a “teacher”, but she works just as hard and is very sweet & patient with the kids. I think she’s the one I’d like to do a little something extra for. Now I just have to figure out what that something is.