For many, Christmas time is a season of giving. For some, there is no season for giving; every season is for giving.
My wife is such a person.
When my son got deployed to Iraq last January after being able to spend Christmas home for the first time since he joined the Army three years prior,
she didn't quite know how to handle her anxiety. Then she hooked up with Soldiers Angels and decided that the best way to deal was to make sure no soldier went unloved.
She set out making sure that each soldier in my son's Battalion, the 1st of the 14th Infantry Regiment "Golden Dragons", was adopted by an Angel. And since my son still has many friends in his former unit, the 2nd Battalion of the 7th Cavalry Regiment, with whom he spent time in Kuwait, she made sure they were adopted as well.
And she adopted many of these soldiers her own self.
Every trip to Costco requires that I pick up various snacks and sundry items her "boys" need. Many days when I come home for lunch, boxes going to Iraq have been packed, addressed and custom forms filled out and taped to each one. That most often means I'm stopping at the post office on my way back to work. They know me at the Post Office.
And they know the Way Cool wife.
She often gets letters of appreciation, but today she got a Christmas card.
And inside it said
I just want people to know.