A Christmas Story - The Love of Parents

My entire family came from Mexico, and some ofthe weekends with his friends.
us were born in the city of Magdalena, Sonora;Christmas came that year, but there were no
located about eighty miles south of the borderfestivities at home. My mom and dad were torn
with Nogales, Arizona. At one time there wereto pieces, and none of my brothers and sisters
ten brothers and sisters; and today we areliving in Los Angeles came to see us. I believe that
seven--four brothers and three sisters.they were advised by my parents not to come
When you belong to a large family, your bountyto Mexico that year. There is nothing sadder than
of memories begin from the time that you cana Christmas which is not celebrated. But I didn't
remember your childhood days. Living in Mexicocry or feel bad that we had passed Christmas
was not easy, especially if your family had fewEve of 1956 quietly at home. My mom had
means at their disposal. But somehow, Godcooked dinner for all of us, and life was normal as
provided for all of us, and none of us had toany other night. However, deep inside of us we all
suffer from hunger. I do recall though one singlefelt the loss for Billy, and the merriment of the
night in my entire life where the family gotrest of the family on Christmas Eve.
together for dinner--a total of eight--and thereThe New Year came, and none of us could feel
was not one single piece of bread to share.happy about it either. My siblings and I returned to
Neither was there any money available to buyschool and to our normal lives. Then one
bread that evening.weekend, my older brother Robert came to visit
Those days are long gone from our lives. Myus from Los Angeles. We were all happy to see
parents passed away, and so did three of myhim because he was always good news to us.
brothers. Our lives changed for the better whenToday, he is seventy six years-old, and we all
we all moved to Los Angeles, California; wherelove him for his kindness and generous spirit.
we found golden opportunities to get a collegeChristmas did come to us after all in Mexico, but it
education, and to find jobs and careers.came on January 6, 1957, on the day the Bible
Allow me to take you back to a moment in mymentions that the Three Kings paid a visit to the
life that has always remained in my heart asnewborn child named Jesus. I recall hearing some
representing the true meaning of Christmas. I wasnoises in the kitchen very early in the morning,
eight years-old, and my younger brother was fivebut I thought it was my mom preparing the
at the time. In 1956, my brother Billy who waswooden stove for breakfast. Then everything got
fourteen years-old died in a tragic accident. Hequiet again.
happened to be walking to the movie house lateAt around five in the morning, I got up to get a
at night to meet up with his buddies. He neverglass of water. Lo and behold, I could barely see
made it because a retaining wall fell on top of him,in the dark two chairs on top of the dining table.
killing him instantly. I was asleep when I heardOn the back of each chair hung a Roy
voices in the kitchen that Billy had not returnedRogers-type cowboy shirt. I still remember the
home.colors of the shirts. They were very colorful in
I got up, and so did the rest of the family. I foundred, black with white frills and pearl-colored
my mom and dad, and my sister Betty,buttons on the sleeves. I ran to get my brother
distraught and worried. It was not typical forout of bed to give him the news, and to come
anyone in the family to come home at anytimeand see this spectacle.
past midnight. In a small town, everything normallyWe both spent the rest of the day enjoying and
shuts down before ten at night, so we becamewearing our brand new cowboy shirts. Our
very concerned for Billy.Christmas may have come late, but the joy of it
We looked the entire night, walking the streetshas never been forgotten.
until early in the morning. At dawn, someoneI was at Mass last Sunday, at St. Andrew Church
came running to the house looking for us to tell usin Coral Springs, Florida. The priest in his homily
that perhaps they had found Billy. Two blockssaid these words that made a profound impact
away from our house a wall had collapsed. Peopleon me; and I would like to share them with you.
suspected that maybe, just maybe, Billy wasBlessed Mother Teresa of Calcutta once said that
under the wall. They began to remove the verythere is only one single question that will be asked
heavy mud bricks, also called adobe bricks, oneof people when they get to Heaven, and that is
piece at a time. When I got there, I saw a part"How much did you love?"
of my brother buried under the wall. I knew itI recall my parents giving of their hearts to bring
was him because of the jacket that he wore. IChristmas to us, in spite of their pain, loss and
still shed tears today when I recall that scene.sorrow. They proved to me that Christmas is
I found my mom sitting on the collapsed wall rightabout giving and not receiving. They gave us
next to Billy, crying and wailing like a normalmore hope and love on that day with two small
mother would when learning the loss of her owngifts, than I could have ever wished for. Today,
child. My dad was helping to remove the wall offand almost sixty years later, I have lived that
my brother. They found that Billy had beenlesson as much as possible with my family and
holding an orange on his right hand. It wasfriends throughout the years, and particularly on
traditional with him to bring my mom an orangeChristmas Day.
as a gift, every time that he was out enjoying