I opened it to discover two adorable Amish children on my step, a little girl about seven and her five year old brother.
All rosy cheeked with big eyes – I decided that they must be from Herman’s, our southern neighbors, since the youngest ones to the north are all boys.
I couldn’t help but smile at their cuteness as I said, ” Well hello. How can I help you?”
The adorable little Amish girl looked terrified as she handed me a plastic grocery bag, “This is for you.”
I smile again and said, “Oh, thank you!”
My response must have given her courage, because she gave me a tentative little smile and added, “It’s ‘fwesh’ sausage.”
Then I understood – Herman’s had butchered that week and the older ones were all busy helping, so the younger ones were given the task of delivering a gift of sausage to the neighbor lady -me!
I gave them an even bigger smile and said, “Oh – that sounds yummy!”
She smiled a little bigger and said eagerly, “It’s ‘alweady’ salted and peppered!”
“Oh , so all I need to do is cook it and eat it?” I ask.
She’s nodded and added, “It’s for your Chwistmas!”
“Oh, Christmas sausage! That’s the best kind!” I say.
I’m rewarded with two very big, very relieved smiles.
“You stay right there!” I tell them – and walk into the kitchen and find two of the most sprinkle-covered sugar cookies.
Their eyes got big and they grinned from ear-to-ear as I put one in each of their mitten-covered hands.
“Thank you!” was their heart-felt response as they turned and started the half- mile walk home.
I smiled as I watched them go.
“Chwistmas” sausage, indeed!