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>Hello... >The short story "there a place like this(christmas >time)" is a love story which touches the heart of >anyone who knows the hardships of existence. My heart >went out to the young woman and her child. Would any >of us, really have slowed down within our own struggle >to help a freezeing mother and child along the road. >All of us know how difficult substaining our own >existence can be, making it easy to understand her >plight. She is a lucky woman indeed, to have found >such a giving man for a husband. God has surely sent >an angel to guide their path along the way. He is >surely a gift from God, a given grace. > >Cheers >~Victoria~ > > >>We wish you a Merry Christmas, We wish you a Merry >>Christmas… >>The snow fell as they walked alone into the night >> >>Snow, snow everywhere it fell in big flakes, big ones >>hung in the air >>drifting ever so slowly to the ground. The snow was >>piled high on the >>sidewalk and roads were covered, it piled up and made >>cruncking >>noises as the Little Brown Eyes walked with her mother >>stopping under >>a street light, standing there watching the flakes >>fall. It was >>silent and peaceful. The little girl wondered where >>they were going. >> >>Somehow Florida seemed so far away, he was from far >>off. His hair was >>jet black, his skin fair and he was Cherokee, his name >>was Ketcher. >>He never knew his real father, his mother had raised >>him and she had >>done a good job of taking care of him. He had grown >>up, joined the >>service and had moved to North Dakota, to the high >>country. His wife >>had been Sioux, they had two little girls. She didn't >>want to be >>married to him anymore so she moved away to St. Paul >>taking the girls >>with her. After six months alone and a broken heart he >>had left >>Bismark and moved to this small town in the mountains >>in the >>Southwest. He worked with computers but there were no >>jobs he could >>find so he took the first one there was. It was >>operating snow plow. >> >>When he applied for the job, they asked him, Are you >>some kind of >>Indian? Cherokee, he said. They just laughed and said, >>Sure, my >>mother was an Indian Princess, too. He had always >>heard that when he >>told people he was Cherokee, there were so many out >>there, that when >>a real one came along, no one believed him. >> >>The old orange snow plow was warm and the snow was >>thick as he headed >>down the street after having worked eight hours uptown >>clearing the >>roads, he was headed back to the road shed ready to >>call it a night. >> >>In the dim light on the corner he saw them, they were >>Indian, Navajo >>it looked like, this place was near their country. He >>remembered a >>time when a llttle boy stood like them many years ago >>in the snow. >>They looked wet and cold with no place to go. >> >>They saw him, the orange glow of the snow plow coming >>out of the >>heavy snow. It stopped in front of them. >> >>Little Brown Eyes, she looked up as the passenger >>opened up and she >>heard a voice, a friendly one that said, You guys look >>like you need >>a ride. It ain't much but it's warm, there isn't any >>place open right >>now so jump in. >> >>Her mother looked at him suspiciously, she had been >>stopped by men >>who drove by and said to her, Want a ride, she knew >>they wanted more >>than a ride, so she always just walked away. >> >>In Navajo, he said, "Oshde' Ko' Sida, Ahyo deskaaza' >>HAY! (Come on >>in, have a seat it is too cold outside} He was >>learning some Navajo >>from Ashie, a Navajo he worked with. "Where can I take >>you, this is >>too slow to go anywhere if you want to jump out >>anywhere you can, it >>is just a ride. It's ugly but it's warm." He threw his >>beaded wallet >>down to her, he said, "If you are worried about me, >>you can hold >>this, so now I have to trust you give it back." They >>got in. >> >>As they rode on down the road, he told them he >>couldn't sing >>Christmas carols too good, but he tried. He turned >>down the road and >>went to his sister's house, she had grown children and >>an empty house. >> >>They felt ashamed for the way they looked but Ketcher >>didn't seem to >>mind, his sister opened the door and told them to come >>in. She took >>them upstairs. As they went into the living room, >>Little Brown Eyes >>saw the Christmas tree, this man Ketcher had Smiling >>Eyes, they were >>the friendliest eyes she had ever seen, they seemed to >>twinkle on >>their own. >> >>She asked if she could look at the tree, it was all >>lit up, all >>colored lights, with icicles and a few presents under >>the tree. Her >>mother was quiet, when Ketcher's sister said, I have >>room for you, >>you can stay with me. I take care of old people during >>the day and I >>need help you would be doing me a favor if you could >>stay and help me >>out. The little girls mother went upstairs and they >>stayed for a >>while. >> >>The little girl's name is Kelly and well her last name >>is Ketcher, >>she found Christmas presents with her name on them >>under the tree. >>Her mother is Diane and she and Ketcher, well let's >>just say, they >>found each other that night on a street corner. A >>chance meeting that >>made all the difference in the world. The three of >>them are now four >>and it is Christmas once again, and Little Brown Eyes >>found a place >>to call home.
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