The Best Personal Christmas Story of the Year.

Walmart the Holy Land..

“May I buy your groceries?”

This is the end of the story:

"I was one of those people who made fun of the “people of Walmart”. And I’m an idiot.

I don’t know anyone’s story, their background, their pain or their journey in this world. I judge the badly dressed, the overweight, the sloppy, the ignorant, the ill-mannered. The same ones, yesterday, who cried when someone offered them a small kindness. The ones who, when they figured out what my husband and I were doing hiding in the jewelry section across from the check-out lanes, came running over, looked us right in the eye, thanked us and complimented on our wonderful girls.

There’s MY gift, right there. I haven’t gotten anything as precious as that."