This is based off of the song "Christmas Shoes" by NewSong. I may or may not continue it... hope you all have a merry christmas.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or the lyrics/song

Carlisle's POV

I stood in line at one of the local stores along Main Street, not far from the hospital. Standing with a last-minute gift for Esme, not really in the Christmas mood, I waited for the little boy in front of me. He was wearing old clothes that did not seem to fit him well, and was covered head to toe with dirt and grime. His bronze hair reminded me of one of my patients, Elizabeth Masen, who had Leukemia and did not seem like she would make it until tomorrow.

The little boy was short and he paced around, anxiously waiting for the cashier to pay him attention, his eyes barely above the counter and he stood on his tiptoes to place the shoes and the money on the counter.

I was taken aback by his words when he said, "Sir, I wanna buy these shoes, for my momma, please. It's Christmas Eve and these shoes are just her size. Could you hurry sir? Daddy says there's not much time. You see, she's been sick for quite awhile, I know these shoes would make her smile. I want her to look beautiful, if Momma meets Jesus tonight." Wouldn't most kids rather have a new toy than to buy their mother a gift for Christmas?, I thought to myself. I also began to wonder if this, indeed, was Elizabeth's son, Edward – for from behind he looked like her.

The cashier was beginning to count out the many pennies, and sighs of annoyance erupted from the people behind me. Did they not have a heart? This boy's mom is dying, and they do not have the patience for the cashier to count his pennies? "I'm sorry, but, son, there's not enough here." The cashier said as the boy became very anxious. He frantically searched through his pockets to find enough for the shoes.

Then he turned around to face me. I instantly recognized his emerald eyes that searched mine. They were the same shade and lightness as Elizabeth's eyes, the gold speck sparkled in his as they did in Elizabeth's eyes. He said, "Momma made Christmas good at our house. Though, most years she did without. Tell me, sir, what am I going to do? Somehow I've got to buy her these Christmas shoes."

Tears that would never fall welled up in my eyes. I knew that I would do anything to help him out, in an attempt to make his Christmas just a little bit better. Therefore, I laid the money down, and gathered up his pennies and gave them back to him.

His face lit up, and I knew I would never forget it. He had a look of pure bliss and gratefulness. Her emerald eyes were light with excitement; they were the color of new grass in the spring. "Momma's gonna look so great," his gratitude over-flowed from his voice.

I knew I caught a glimpse of heaven's love, as he thanked me and ran out. Knowing that little boy was sent to remind me of what Christmas was all about, I quickly checked out, and gave my loose change to the person ringing the bell for Salvation Army next to the store. I left the store with a lighter heart and spirit than when I enter, than what I have felt ever.

I walked towards my house, ready to rekindle the love of my family.