I wrote this post last year, but I wanted to share it again this year. Enjoy.
Many, many, many years ago on a Christmas Eve morning Clay and I awoke to our radio alarm clock which was and is always set to the local NPR station. The voice that woke us up that particular morning was that of an older man. His voice was low and smooth with a slight country twang. Instead of rolling over and punching the snooze button for just ten more minutes of sleep, Clay and I were instantly mesmerized by the the man’s story and we lay quietly on our sides smiling into each other’s faces with the delight of being awake in the quiet morning and having the sweet moment of hearing this story. That was at least 12 years ago.
Now, every year around Christmas we search for John Henry Faulk’s Christmas Story to play for our children. It’s more delightful every year. I hope you can take the time to read it, or listen to it during this Christmas season. I will forever call candy canes, stripedy candy.
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Thank you for sharing this.
Such a beautiful, heartwarming story, April. This sure puts a new perspective on my day. Thanks for sharing!
What a sweet, sweet story. I’m sitting here with tears in my eyes. Thank you so much for sharing.
Thank you for sharing this touching story with your readers. I loved reading it, but mostly I enjoyed listening to JHF read it.
What an incredible story. Wish I could by him some shoes
Thank you for sharing. I love christmas stories.
Thats a wonderful story. Reminds you that somestimes simple things are the most precious. Thanks for sharing.
Thank you. I loved reading it, and can’t wait to listen to it when I get home this evening.
Wonderful story. Oh how spoiled we are! Thank you so much for sharing!
What a sweet sweet story ~ thanks for sharing the link April.
Thanks so much for sharing this…I had to listen right away! WOW!! Merry Christmas!!
Thank you for sharing that. I’m so excited to listen to it with my family. Reading it just now made me totaly tear up. Perfect, perfect Christmas story.
It’s a nice story, but it rings tiney in my ears. My dad grew up during the depression in Detroit. Everyone shared what they had, no matter what color and the church provided whatever Christmas they had. No one would have stood for anyone rolling in the dirt. In fact, growning up if I didn’t hear “We didn’t have much – but what we had was clean” a million times – I didn’t hear it at all. Faulk treats the characters in his story with an arms length, you can feel the class line he draws.
I really like Truman Capote’s ‘A Christmas Memory.’
Oh my! What a wonderful story. How our “perspective” of hard times are in the good ‘ol U.S. It is so easy to take things for granted. We may never starve due to avaiable programs and Churches full of generous people.
I teared up especially where the children played “Christmastime” excited and happy from the smells of the good food at the door.
Thank you for sharing April. I will be sharing this with my husband and kids
Oh, I love that story – I cry every year when NPR plays it. Thanks for haring your memory about it.
OH that was so sweet!! love it!
Thaw was a wonderful story…one I hadn’t heard. Thank you for sharing it!
Thank you for sharing this, I had not heard it before. It made my day.
Thanks so much for sharing this!! What a beautiful story!
A beautiful story. As far as I am concerned, NPR is the only radio station.
Thank you, thank you for sharing this wonderful story!
Thank you so much for this!
thank you. I shared this link with my bookclub ladies. Our book this month(tonight actually) is To Kill A Mockingbird. This radio broadcast is so very appropriate.
What a wonderful story. The true meaning of Christmas, faith, hope and charity.
Oh my, that was about the best story I’ve ever heard. I absolutely loved it, and was really touched. I wish I could get my husband to listen to it with me…very special.
Every year I listen to that, I cry during his reading of it…in two places. One, when he says how the lad is excited to show his orange to his friend, and the second as he’s describing the dad’s response to Sam Jackson telling him he wasn’t sure if the ‘christmas’ was for colored-folk.
This is classic.
I send this EVERY year to loved ones and new friends. I too tear up over “the orange” and “sister Jackson in the kitchen”; both families eating and sharing together. Mr. Faulk’s Christmas story should be a reminder and required listening for EVERY American.