The Nutcracker, as you can imagine, looked rather pitiful, to say the least.
So in a fit of Christmas cleaning and goodwill to match the season, Frantic Mother suggested, “I think we should finally throw Mr. Nutcracker Guy away.”
This heartless statement was met with tears from the Little Girl, who clutched Broken Nutcracker Man even more closely than before.
“But Mommy, I love him.”
Still not getting it, Evil Mom replied, “But honey, he is very broken. He doesn’t look nice as a decoration anymore and he can’t crack nuts without a jaw.”
“But Mommy, He’s my Nutcracker and I love him. Even if he is broken, He is mine.”
At this point, Frantic Evil Mom stops the flurry of decorating and cruel remarks and looks into her daughter’s eyes. “You’re right, sweetheart. Don’t ever let Mommy throw Mr Nutcracker away. He has someone who loves him very much. And that’s what makes him special.”
Little Girl beams and runs away with a treasure.
Sometimes elements of the Gospel play out for us in our very homes.