阅读理解 Whenyou enter my home for the first time, you will always be impressed with a smalland white envelope(信封). No name, no address. Ithas hung on our Christmas tree for about 10 years.
Itall began because my husband Mike hated Christmas. He didn't hate the truemeaning of Christmas, but the commercial(商业的) way ofit, spending too much on the usual Christmas gifts, such as rushing into astore to buy a tie for Uncle Harry.
Knowinghe felt this way, I decided not to buy the usual gifts, such as shirts andsweaters. I reached for something special for Mike. The idea came in an unusualway.
Ourson Kevin, 12, was wrestling(摔跤) at the school. BeforeChristmas there was a match against a team helped by a city church, mostly poorkids. As the match began, I was surprised to see the other team wrestling onlywearing the old clothes because they couldn't afford the wrestling uniforms, whileour boys in their blue and gold uniforms. Of course, we ended up with beatingthem.
Mike,seated beside me, shook his head sadly," I wish just one of them couldhave won. In fact, they could if they had worn the uniforms. They have talentfor wrestling, but losing like thiscould take the heart right out of them."
Mikeloved kids-all kids and he knew them, having trained kids football andbaseball. At that time, I thought of the idea for the gift.
Thatafternoon, I went to a store and bought some wrestling uniforms and sent themto the city church for the kids without leaving my name.
OnChristmas Eve, I put the envelope on the tree, the note inside telling Mikewhat I had done and telling him that this was his gift from me. His smile was thegreatest thing about Christmas that year and the next years.
Yousee, we lost Mike now. But every Christmas Eve I would put an envelope on thetree, and in the morning, three more joined it. Each of our children hadsecretly put an envelope on the tree for their dad.
Mike'sspirit, like the Christmas spirit, will always be with us.