Saturday, December 22, 2007

George, the richest man in town.

The church mice called. They want their privacy back.

Seriously, I am LIVING at that place lately. I get there at 8 a.m. and I leave at 8 p.m.

However, the 750,000,000 bulletins are DONE, all of the poinsettias for the altar and the tree have been delivered, and today someone came and picked up the gifts that the parishioners chipped in and bought for someone who needed it.

And guess who had to go to the church at noon to open it up?

And girl, I slept till 10:30, then lay there in the bed talking on the phone with my mother until 11:30. So I slapped some coffee in a cup, put on my sweats and Patagonia pullover and Converse shoes, and drove on up the hill.

Representin'! Woo! I'm sure the rector would be proud.

I got there only to hear a voice mail that the woman picking up the gifts was gonna be late. But you know what? It was noon, and all the church bells were going off.

Several churches here play their bells when it strikes the hour, and noon is the best one, because they play more stuff. So do you know I took my coffee and sat out on the back steps and listened to all the bells? Oh, it was pretty. And suddenly? I felt Christmas-y. FINALLY.

Then when I got home? Guess what? That man called me! He was ready to pick up all the gifts for his kids!

Guess where he wanted to meet? Okay, you all understand that I am not actually all that religious, right? I mean, I never WENT to church in Los Angeles. Am I supposed to be POPE or something? I am like a boomerang trying to leave that place.

So Marvin and I loaded up four or five giant bags with all those gifts and drove the car back to church. At this point my car just drives there automatically. You don't have to steer or anything.

Anyway, I am thrilled to tell you his wife and kids were in the car! Marvin made up some story about how Santa accidentally delivered all these gifts to us, and do you know those kids were squealing and trying to rip everything open already? Not to mention I didn't wrap the teddy bears, and they could see those sticking out.

The little boy asked me if he got to sit next to me during church, and we all had to explain to him that there wasn't church right now, that I am apparently a belfry bat and just spend all my time there.

Anyway, those kids were adorable, and it was way better to meet them and see their reactions rather than just imagine it.

I hope they like everything they got.

I hope they fell for the Santa making a mistake thing.

Thank you all again for your donations. You all did a wonderful thing, I promise you. Those kids were beside themselves.

See ya in church!


dcrmom said...

That's AWESOME!!!!!!!!! Thanks for sharing with us!

The Hotfessional said...

and YOU and Marvin G. are excellent for allowing us all to participate in something so wonderful!

Merry Christmas June and Marvin.

Sid Leavitt said...

I think those kids saw Santa.

Your Pal from MA said...

What an uplifting story!

You've made all of us smile today, June!

Merry Ho Ho!

And Happy New Year to you and Mr. Gardens! :)

Love & a hug,
Your Pal from MA

Kellie said...


Could you do me a favor? I think I left something at the church. Since your so close....

Loved the story of the kids. There isn't anything like watching someone get a present you were just dying to give, and then getting the reaction you hoped for!

Just stopping in to say Merry Christmas to you! Looking forward to another June Year!


Charlie said...

I am sure those kids LOVED their gifts. And I am sure those parents will NEVER forget your kindness.

Thanks for all the sunshine you bring into peoples lives.

Merry Christmas

Stie: My Favorite Things said...

Way to go, Saint June. I have loved reading this story vicariously.

And your "__________ called and wants its _______ back" are my favorite. Bring them to the new blog, too. That is, if you ever get out of church.

Ms.RipeMango said...

Suddenly I feel Christmas-y too! So glad I ran in here today.

Tee said...

That's the way Christmas should be. Thanks for sharing with us about the family being blessed beyond measure.