Subject: Christmas Post Office

[phil & helen]

There was a man who worked for the Post Office whose job was to
process all the mail that had illegibleaddresses.

One day, a letter came addressed in a shaky handwriting to God with
no actual address. He thought heshould open it to see what it was about.

The letter read:

Dear God,

I am an 83 year old widow, living on a very small pension.

Yesterday someone stole my purse. It had £100 in it, which was all
the money I had until my next pensionpayment.

Next Sunday is Christmas, and I had invited two of my friends over
for dinner. Without that money,

I have nothing to buy food with, have no family to turn to, and you
are my only hope.. Can you please
help me?

Sincerely, Edna




The postal worker was touched... He showed the letter to all the
other workers. Each one dug into his orher wallet and came up with a few pounds.

By the time he made the rounds, he had collected £96, which they put
into an envelope and sent to thewoman.


The rest of the day, all the workers felt a warm glow thinking of
Edna and the dinner she would be ableto share with her friends.

Christmas came and went.

A few days later, another letter came from the same old lady to God.

All the workers gathered around while the letter was opened.



It read:

Dear God,

How can I ever thank you enough for what you did for me?

Because of your gift of love, I was able to fix a glorious dinner for
my friends. We had a very nice dayand I told my friends of your wonderful gift.

By the way, there was £4 missing.

I think it might have been those thieving b******s at the post office.

Sincerely, Edna