Walking down Valeway Avenue yesterday I was delighted to see a poster for a missing cat. Not that I like cats to be lost, but just that this wasn’t a faded poster from weeks ago that had been left to decay and litter the lamp-post. It was an updated version of the original plea, with the news that the cat had turned up on the 26th Nov.
I’d never seen the original poster, I didn’t look for the cat, but nontheless it was good to know Tiddles had been found, and Tiddle’s (not her real name) owner wanted to celebrate.
It was a kind of act of random kindness and gratitude by Mr or Mrs Tiddles, which he may have been almost an afterthought, done with no real hope it would be appreciated, but with a feeling it was the right thing to do.
I hope Christmas is a chance for you to surprise someone by doing something like that. Not just doing what is expected, or doing what is expected with brass knobs on, but something unexpected, something risky, but which will be appreciated because of that.
A bit like the leper turning up to say thank you to Jesus. Or Mary with the perfume.
Create a genuine story that might merit re-telling.