“You know that if I screw this up – you will be the one who will have Hell to pay”, the craftsman informed his wife.
It was decided to forgo the stars and stain on the toy box. It would look much better painted.
Over the next few days the craftsman toiled with wood putty and sandpaper.
The final product was smooth and soft to the touch.
Touching the wood with my fingers I could feel the love and devotion hard work makes.
Finally painted and finished the toy box looked good. It looked professional.
Only the person who crafted this work of art knew where his flaws were.
Yet one lingering question remained.
Would the toy box be good enough for the sister in law.
Christmas Eve had come. It was time to load the toy box in the sled and deliver it to the nephew.
Before the man and has wife could pull away I sneaked into the back of the truck. I wanted to see what the reactions would be. I wanted to see for myself what I had hoped would be a miracle.
The craftsman was on his way to meet his nephew. He would hold him in his arms for the first time. He would be able to show his nephew what he built for him.
In the driveway of the sister in law house, the craftsman unloaded the toy box from the truck. It was placed gently in the garage.
I watched from the rear window of the truck as the sister in law walked around inspecting the toy box.
It was the moment of truth.
She did not smile, she didn’t so much as nod her head.
She gave her brother in law a halfhearted hug for all his effort. You could tell it was a fake.
The craftsman and his wife returned to the truck and we all drove home.
Along the way I had to ask a question I already knew the answer to. “Well, did she like it?”
The craftsman never said a word, his wife only said “Nope”.
Not another word was spoken the rest of the way home.
Part four: the conclusion of our story will posted on Christmas Eve.
Ride HARD or Stay Home.