Wednesday, December 24, 2014

The Unwrapped Present

I'm pretty fortunate to work with some incredible folks - one of whom shared this piece of his own childhood a while back.  After wiping my eyes, I wrote Rob, asking permission to share it with my friends in Blogland.    I was delighted when he said, "Yes."  
Merry Christmas, my friends!  
The Unwrapped Present
At this time of year, I often reflect on the Christmas mornings growing up in New Jersey.  The opening of presents, the wrapping paper flying everywhere, the smell of freshly brewed coffee, the sound of bacon sizzling on the stove, Christmas songs playing on the stereo, and the many hugs and smiles from my grandparents, aunts and uncles, cousins and friends dropping in throughout the day.                                    
But there is one Christmas in particular that I recall each year. A Christmas morning that changed my life.                                  
I was eight years old. My only desire was that I wanted a "Johnny Lightning Racing Set" for Christmas. I had sent no less than five letters to Santa Claus asking and pleading for the gift. I remember writing all the reasons why I deserved the racing set, and how "I would never write to him again if he didn't leave it on Christmas Eve."       

Well, times were tight that year (... I only realized this sometime later), and instead of opening up the Johnny Lightning Racing Set with automatic lap counter and a lifetime membership into the Johnny Lightning Racing Club, I received two pairs of pants, a sweater, a small red truck, and a letter from Santa which I crumbled without reading.  

So instead of rejoicing on Christmas morning, I yelled, screamed and said I hated Santa Claus -- "the big fake" -- with all my might. My mother cried. My father said I didn't realize what I was saying. I was sent to my room with the crumpled Santa Claus letter in my hand.                                 

There in my room, I cried and cried. But somewhere between planning to write the President of the United States not to let Santa Claus into the country, and writing a nasty letter to Santa Claus, I picked up the crumpled letter from Santa now laying on my floor.                          

"Let's see what this big, fat jerk has to say," I remember yelling at the top of my lungs.                                
I sat down at my desk and read the letter from Santa Claus.                             
Dear Robert,                          
I am sorry if I have let down one of my best friends - you. I was not able to leave the gift you asked for, and I am sorry. But there is a present that you may have overlooked. It is not under the tree and it is not wrapped. It is not something you can plug in or assemble. It is with you every day of the year, and gives and gives even when it hurts.                                       
Remember when you struck-out in Little League this past season? Who was there to give you a comforting hug? Remember when you won the spelling contest? Who cheered the loudest you when you were awarded the winning prize? And remember when you were very sick this past fall? Who stayed with you all night long, held your hand, and placed a cool cloth of your forehead?                           

You have probably never thought about it in this way, but Robert as you continue to grow and cast doubt on much (...even on my very existence), realize that the most precious gift is one that is not wrapped or found under a tree. The unwrapped present is the love of a parent; the love for their son.                                
This very special gift is waiting for you right now -- your Mother and Father. Go and hug them tightly, and try to never let go. This Christmas day will pass all too quickly, but their love for you is timeless and beyond worth.  And, it is this love is what Christmas is all about.
Your friend,                                                          
Santa Claus                            

Now many years have passed since that Christmas morning, and the letter remains carefully preserved. I often reflect on how my Mother would stay by my bedside when I was ill, and I laugh when I picture my Father fast asleep snoring in the easy chair waiting for me to return home from the high school prom so many years ago.                

"Thank you Santa for showing a selfish eight year old boy the true meaning of Christmas. It has made all the difference in my life and in the lives of my children. I just wish I could have that unwrapped present right now."                         

Until Next Friday,   


Robert M. Hebeler

Copyright 2000-2013 All Rights Reserved by Robert M. Hebeler
......Me, too, Rob.   Me, too.
Hugs from Phoenix,


  1. Oh my gosh, Myra, tears in my eyes too! I am glad that as an 8 year old he did finally read the letter and came to appreciate it over the years! What a lot of us would do to have our parents at our Christmas celebrations this year!

    Merry Christmas!


  2. If only the kids could REALLY get a letter like that. I can remember the year I was was my first year without my dad and all I wanted for Christmas was my dad to come home...Thanks for sharing Myra!

  3. I wish more people would think like that.. Merry Christmas.

  4. A heart warming lesson for sure. Merry Christmas Myra. xo

  5. I am sitting here with tears, too. I wish I could thank my parents from my 60+ perspective. What a gift I was given. Wishes to you and Tom for a bright and blessed Christmas.

  6. What a wonderful lesson learned. MERRY CHRISTMAS. Enjoy!

  7. Ah, SWEET. Do I remember you saying something about this a couple blogs back? A special Christmas of a friend.

    Love it. now from Sherry and I:
    We Wish You a Merry♪♫•*¨*•.¸¸♥ ¸¸.•*¨*•♫♪ Christmas♪♫•*¨*•.¸¸♥ ¸¸.•*¨*•♫♪We Wish You a Merry ♪♫•*¨*•.¸¸♥ ¸¸.•*¨*•♫♪Christmas ♥ ♥ ♥We Wish You A Merry ♪♫•*¨*•.¸¸♥ ¸¸.•*¨*•♫♪Christmas ♪♫•*¨*•.¸¸♥ ¸¸.•*¨*•♫♪ And a Happy New Year!!!
    Love from Florida

  8. Nah, it was soooo long ago I thought severl blogs back, I looked, it was the last one. I remember reading that and said I don't want to miss it. SO I DIDN'T.
    Yes it was special...

  9. A touching story with a valuable lesson. Well worth reading this Christmas Day.

  10. I hope y'all had a great Christmas and that 2015 is the best year yet for you and your family.

  11. This was beautiful! Happy new year to you and yours.

  12. A beautiful message, thank you for sharing. Happy New Year to you and yours


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