The Gold Wrapping Paper

 

Morning Story and Dilbert

Vintage Dilbert
December 18, 2007

Once upon a time, there was a man who worked very hard just to keep food on the table for his family. This particular year a few days before Christmas, he punished his little five-year-old daughter after learning that she had used up the family’s only roll of expensive gold wrapping paper.

As money was tight, he became even more upset when on Christmas Eve he saw that the child had used all of the expensive gold paper to decorate one shoebox she had put under the Christmas tree. He also was concerned about where she had gotten money to buy what was in the shoebox.

Nevertheless, the next morning the little girl, filled with excitement, brought the gift box to her father and said, “This is for you, Daddy!”

As he opened the box, the father was embarrassed by his earlier overreaction, now regretting how he had punished her.

But when he opened the shoebox, he found it was empty and again his anger flared. “Don’t you know, young lady,” he said harshly, “when you give someone a present, there’s supposed to be something inside the package!”

The little girl looked up at him with sad tears rolling from her eyes and whispered: “Daddy, it’s not empty. I blew kisses into it until it was all full.”

The father was crushed. He fell on his knees and put his arms around his precious little girl. He begged her to forgive him for his unnecessary anger.

An accident took the life of the child only a short time later. It is told that the father kept this little gold box by his bed for all the years of his life. Whenever he was discouraged or faced difficult problems, he would open the box, take out an imaginary kiss, and remember the love of this beautiful child who had put it there.

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20 comments
  1. seeker said:

    That is a sad story. Why does one appreciates once the person is gone?

  2. Reblogged this on imconfident and commented:
    I’ve heard this precious story before but it still grabbed my heart!

  3. Sad, but good. There are more precious things that reside in our hearts that are revealed only in adversity. Probably the man got to know the meaning of love, and to appreciate it in his lifetime, something he might never have had the opportunity to do save for that situation.

    • Excellent thought for this situation!!! Thanks for the comment.. Take Care and God Bless 🙂 Kenny T

  4. Now that is a sweet story. You just have appreciate our little blessings, the childern. 🙂

  5. Ok, Kenny… tissues!!! 😀 I read this while listening to Amazing Grace…. Wow!
    Have a great day and may you continue to touch our hearts. Take care! 😀

      • lol 😀 — I was good until the guy opens the box…. 🙂 Oh, my!!!

        • Me too. So “little girlish” to fill a box with blown kisses. That’s when the story touched me.

          • That was really special!!! 😀 Have a blessed Christmas!

  6. Stories somehow seem the right way to hear messages this week. Thanks.

  7. I have my tissues out. Thanks for posting my daily reminder of what matters!

  8. Lovely story about love…the perfect love of a child….joy and sadness twined together…the perfect story for those of us who like a bit of salty taste with our morning coffee….Thank you!

  9. Kimberly said:

    heart wrenching story. brought tears to my eyes. We just enjoy the time we have with our loved ones while we still have them. that’s for sure.

  10. Absolutely beautiful story : ) Thank you so much for sharing this with us. The message it carries is so true. Love truly does conquer all. In acts small, big, or even imaginary, it’s the heart with which they were done that matters most. Be blessed : )

  11. Great story – and as a mom of a little one with Down syndrome, I can tell you that sometimes the most wonderful gifts are wrapped in pretty misleading packaging.
    Blessings for a very merry Christmas,
    Alyson

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