“What would your mother, bless her soul, think, Mr. Bryant?”
By noon, photos of Mr. Bryant and the tree were circulating online.
Someone had captioned: “When the Grinch Meets Karma” and “Why Stealing Someone’s Christmas is a BAD Idea!”
The doorbell rang at sunset. Mr. Bryant stood there, our tree dragging behind him, his face the color of a ripe tomato.
“Here’s your tree,” he muttered, refusing to meet my eyes.
Glitter dusted his expensive shoes.
“Thank you, Mr. Bryant. The boys will be so happy.”
He turned to leave but stopped.
“The rent’s still due on the first.”
“Of course. And Mr. Bryant?
You might want to hose down your lawn. I hear glitter can last through spring.”
An hour later, another knock surprised us. Mrs.
Adams stood there with five other neighbors, their arms full of ornaments, cookies, and an incredibly stunning Christmas tree.
“For inside the house,” she explained, hugging me tight. “No child should cry on Christmas. And Mr.
Bryant should know better. His own mother was a single mom, back in the day.”
The neighbors helped us set up both trees, sharing stories and cookies while Ethan and Jake bounced around, their earlier sadness forgotten as they hung new ornaments alongside their rescued treasures.
“Mom!” Jake called out, carefully placing his rocket ship on a branch. “Look!
Now we have two wonderful trees!”
“This really is the best Christmas ever!” Ethan added, his smile brighter than any tree light.
And just like that, our home was filled with love, laughter, and holiday cheer. As for Mr. Bryant?
He hasn’t bothered us since. Karma really is the gift that keeps on giving.
Do you have any opinions on this?
Source: amomama
