December 23, 2014
Dear Readers, This blog was originally posted about two years ago. I decided to re-post it this Christmas for your enjoyment. Merry Christmas, Ray
When I was fifteen, I got a job delivering groceries at a store two blocks from where I lived with my parents. Each Christmas, the store gave its employees a free fruit cake. My family and I always enjoyed sharing this treat over the holidays.
When I was nineteen years old, I joined the Army. The first two years, I was able to go home for Christmas. By this time, the fruit cake from the grocery store had become a holiday tradition in our family.
The last two years I was in the Army, I was overseas in West Berlin. Both of those years my family sent me a fruit cake from the same grocery store where I had worked as a teenager. It was a very special feeling for me to get that fruit cake. It certainly made the occasion seem much more like a real Christmas to me. The cake was delicious, of course, but the real pleasure came from just receiving it and sharing it with my Army buddies. After about the middle of December, in the second year I spent in Berlin, I was in the mailroom every day, waiting to see if my fruit cake had arrived.
Based on my own experience, I would like to say to all my readers that if you know a man or a woman serving overseas this Christmas, please give serious consideration to the thought of sending them a fruit cake.