Once upon a time, in a small village nestled in the heart of the mountains, there lived a young girl named Lily. She was kind, gentle, and always willing to help others. She particularly loved helping her mom bake cookies for Christmas.
As Christmas Eve approached, Lily was getting ready to celebrate with her family. She was so looking forward to enjoying a festive meal with her family, exchanging presents with loved ones, sitting around the fire with grandpa, and awaiting the arrival of Santa in the morning.
Once all the preparations were complete, just as they were about to sit down for dinner, the phone rang.
Lily’s mom answered the phone and her eyes quickly swelled with tears as she looked lovingly toward her daughter.
Lily felt a lump in her throat. And even though she already knew what her mom was going to say, she was still unprepared to hear the words out loud—her best friend Emma’s mother had passed away from cancer.
Emma had been Lily’s best friend for as long as she could remember. Her mom had been sick for many months and was getting worse. She knew the time was late, but everyone had hoped she would live through Christmas.
Her passing on Christmas Eve was particularly devastating, even if it was not entirely unexpected.
Lily was heartbroken for her friend and knew that she needed support and comfort. Without hesitation, she asked her family if she could visit Emma on Christmas Eve. Her parents and siblings understood her desire to help her friend, and they agreed to let her go.
Lily bundled up in her warmest coat and set off through the snow-covered streets. When she arrived at Emma’s house, she found Emma and her father sitting by the fireplace, looking lost and alone. “Lily, I’m so glad you’re here,” Emma said, throwing her arms around her. “I’ve been feeling so alone without Mom.”
Lily hugged Emma tightly and did her best to offer words of comfort. She told Emma that she was not alone, and that she had people who cared about her and wanted to help her. Together, they spent the rest of the day sitting quietly, talking, crying, and reminiscing about Emma’s mother.
As the evening turned to night, Emma’s father thanked Lily for coming to visit. Her presence was a gift to the family, but time was getting late.
“Lily, you’re a true friend to Emma,” he said. “But I’m afraid you’re going to miss Santa’s presents if you stay much longer.”
But Lily didn’t care about the presents anymore. She knew Emma needed her more than anything, and she was determined to stay by her side as long as was needed.
As they sat by the fireplace, talking and laughing, Lily could see the weight lifting from Emma’s shoulders. And she knew that she had made the right decision.
When it was time for Lily to go home, Emma and her father thanked her profusely. “Lily, you are the best friend anyone could ask for,” Emma said. “Thank you for being here for me.”
“I’m just glad I could help,” Lily said, smiling. “Merry Christmas, Emma. I love you.”
As she walked home through the quiet, snow-covered streets, Lily heard a church bell ringing in the distance. The sound filled her with a sense of peace and comfort, and she knew that someone more important than Santa had been watching over her that night and smiling upon her.
And as she fell asleep that night, dreaming of a brighter future for Emma, Lily knew that the true joy of Christmas was not about receiving gifts, but about giving love and support to those who needed it most.
Faye Morgan says
Beautiful story reflecting the true meaning of life! It is truly more blessed to give than to receive. Thank you for writing and sharing this story.
Angeleck Nance says
Thank you, Joshua, for your powerful story about Lily and her friend.
This is a wonderful story, Joshua. Our neighbor’s husband has been very ill the last two months and was sent to hospice. I walked across the street on Christmas Eve and gave them some Christmas goodies I had baked. We really don’t know them that well, but I felt if I could bring a little cheer to the family, I would. I knew this had been a very hard season of holidays for the family. Their grow son who was in town, opened the door, and I handed them to him. He thanked me and I told him we were praying for his family. He got very choked up, gave me a smile and I left. His mother was with his dad at the hospice facility. She sent me a text and thanked me, saying that I brought them a little joy during this difficult time. Her husband passed away Christmas morning. I was a little hesitant to go over to the house on Christmas Eve, but I felt God nudging me to go, to step out of my comfort zone. I am so glad I listened to His voice.
Beautiful, lovely, heart-warming story.
So wonderful ❤️
Susan Edwards says
Thank you Joshua, You have been an inspiration to me for years. At 80 years old I will echo what this story teaches. This story and the one on the “White Envelope” are anointed. Bless you and your family. With love,
Thank you for this story, Joshua!
Brought tears to my eyes, and a smile to my heart.
God bless you and your family with a joyous Christmas!