Father Christmas and the gift

[Number 6]

There was a man who worked
for the Post Office whose job it
was to process all the mail that
had illegible addresses.
One day, a letter came addressed
in a shaky handwriting to God. He
thought he should open it to
see what it was about.
The letter read:

Dear God,
I am an 83 year old widow,
living on a very small pension.
Yesterday someone stole my
purse. It had £100 in it, which
was all the money I had until my
next pension check. Next Sunday
is Christmas, and I had invited
two of my friends over for dinner.
Without that money, I
have nothing to buy food with. I
have no family to turn to, and
you are my only hope. Can you
please help me?
Sincerely, Edna.

The postal worker was touched.
He showed the letter to all the
other workers.
Each one dug into his or her
wallet and came up with a few dollars.
By the time he made the
rounds, he had collected £96,
which they put into an envelope
and sent to the woman. The rest
of the day, all the workers felt
a warm glow thinking of Edna and the
dinner she would be able
to share with her friends.
Christmas came and went.
A few days later, another letter
came from the old lady to God.
All the workers gathered around while
the letter was opened.
It read:

Dear God,
How can I ever thank you enough
for what you did for me?
Because of your gift of love, I was able
to fix a glorious dinner
for my friends. We had a very
nice day and I told my friends
of your wonderful gift.
By the way, there was £4
missing. I think it must have been
those
thieving b@stards at the Post
Office.