KarunaNews Story

"It's just a small, white envelope stuck among the branches of our Christmas tree. No name, no identification, no inscription. It has peeked through the branches of our tree for the past ten years," the story began. Nancy describes her husband as the "man who hated Christmas.... Oh, not the true meaning of Christmas, but the commercial aspects of it -- overspending and the frantic running around at the last minute to get a tie for Uncle Harry and the dusting powder for Grandma, the gifts given in desperation because you couldn't think of anything else." So one year for Christmas, she gifted him an envelope -- with a note of an act of kindness she did for kids in their community, inspired by him. And the tradition took on a life of its own.