Home Where He Belongs

A few weeks ago, I showed off my collection of Christmas mice, and lamented the fact that I did not have the *original* Santa Mouse, the one that is as old as I am. I had only a photo of the ornament. I feared he had been lost in my brother's clearing out process as he and wife have separated.

Last night, after an early Christmas celebration, my brother placed Santa Mouse in my hands.

I cried.

Isn't he the cutest darned little Santa Mouse ever?

He is on my tree now, where he belongs, amongst the tinsel and garland. Next year, and every year after, for as long as I celebrate the holiday, he will be the tree's topper.

An early Christmas gift of grace.

Thanks, bro.