My husband smuggled in our huge Christmas jar

Jacksonville, Florida

This is our ninth year of giving Christmas jars. In 2011, my mother passed away. On our way home for the funeral, we ate our Christmas dinner in a Waffle House, the only place open.
The waitress, told us in conversation, that she was a College student. She did not get much at Christmas because her education cost so much, and met of the money for presents went to her little brother.

My husband smuggled in our huge Christmas jar. I wrote on the paper placemat, why we were even in Tennessee. Left a huge tip and the jar on the table, and worked hard to leave before she found the tip and jar.

Christmas jars have become a wonderful family tradition.