My wife and I have settled in nicely in our new digs in Collin County.
We have become acquainted with our neighbors on both sides of us, with neighbors in four homes across the street, a couple living on the corner … and apparently some children we see playing and cavorting on occasion.
Our community is becoming comfortable to the both of us daily.
We have received a taste of the Christmas spirit that seems to abound in our Princeton neighborhood.
The doorbell rang and a young man was standing on our porch. He handed my wife a small box. It contained freshly baked cookies prepared in the gentleman’s kitchen.
He handed my wife the box. We opened it. The cookies beckoned. We ate them. They were delicious.
Why mention this? I guess it’s because we have just experienced a neighborly gesture one doesn’t see all that often.
I thought momentarily of when we moved into our brand new home in southwest Amarillo in December 1996. We had just had the house built. We pulled out belongings out of storage, where they sat for nearly two years.
One day, just before Christmas, a neighbor walked across the street carrying a large plate of brownies. She wanted to welcome us to the neighborhood.
In all our years of marriage, in all the places we had lived that was the first time a neighbor had done something so kind. It made us feel as if we were part of the community.
It was the only time someone had extended a bit of holiday cheer to us … until tonight.
The Christmas spirit is alive and well. We can testify gleefully to its good health.
