THE CHIMES
Everything is in readiness. The tree is trimmed. The cards are taped to the doorframe. The boxes stacked in glittering disarray under the tree. Why don’t I hear chimes? Remember the small boy who make the chimes ring in a fictional story years ago? As the legend went, the chimes would not ring unless a gift of love was placed on the altar. Kings and men of great wealth placed untold jewels on the altar, but year after year the church remained silent. Then one Christmas Eve, a small child in a tattered coat make his way down the aisle and without anyone noticing he took off his coat and placed it on the altar. The chimes rang out joyously throughout the land to mark the unselfish giving of a small boy. I used to hear chimes. I heard them the year one of my sons gave me a tattered piece of construction paper on which he had crayoned two hands folded…
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