Small Town Service

On Christmas morning, Marty and I drove over to my mom's house to open presents with her part of our family. We arrived before 10:00 AM and we were just getting settled with cups of tea when the telephone rang.

I hadn't been here since August, so you can imagine my surprise when my mom handed me the phone. "It's for you."

For me? I didn't know what to expect. I certainly didn't expect this: "Hello, this is David at the post office. I have two packages for you down here. If you'll come and knock on the back door of the post office, I'll give them to you."

On Christmas morning this happened. I was astounded.

So Marty and I hopped in the truck and drove downtown to pick up my packages. We pulled into the parking lot behind an old-timer who (as I learned when I walked up to the back door) had also received a call. "I didn't know y'all did this," he commented as David opened the door and asked for our names.

"Well, my boss decided he wanted everyone to be able to get their last-minute presents today, so I volunteered to come in. Y'all have a merry Christmas!" David replied.

Happy holidays from South Georgia!