Introduction

Can a gift from the past mend a broken heart? Ian Collins is an old man without his son. Patrick Collins is a young boy without his father. On his Christmas list are only three items. He wants the army to find his father. He wants to leave his grandfather's house. And he wants the dusty wooden soldier in Grandfather's attic-the one he is forbidden to touch.

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Excerpt

December 20, 1943

When the black sedan stopped at the traffic light, Patrick rose

quietly to his knees in the backseat and peeked out the side

window. He flattened his palms against the glass, cold as ice,

but he didn't pull back. His eyes were drawn to a large picture

window on a house at a nearby corner. Set deep within the

night shadows, the window gave the appearance of a painting

suspended in midair. Patrick would've given anything to

be a part of what he saw inside.

A plump Christmas tree glowed through the curtains. Two

stockings dangled from a fireplace mantel. Flames shimmered

against the glass ornaments on the tree. A real family, a whole

family-mom and dad, two kids, and a dog-sat in a semicircle

around a radio. Probably listening to Christmas music,

Patrick thought. Maybe even "Silent Night," his favorite.

The mom put her arm around one of the children, a boy

about his own age, and tenderly patted him on the shoulder.

Tears welled up in Patrick's eyes, escaping down his cheeks.

He wiped them away and looked toward the front seat at

the rearview mirror, to see if the government lady had been

watching.

He had cried more in the last few days than in all his seven

short years combined.

He placed his hand on one of the two suitcases beside him.

One contained his clothes and a framed picture of his parents

hugging, taken before he was born. The other held all the toys

he had ever owned and a few picture books. The government

lady said he might not be coming back to the apartment for

a while. It had something to do with how long it took to find

his dad in a place called Europe and whether the army would

let his father come home now that his mom had . . .

He couldn't even let the words form in his head.

Instead he thought about his father. He had been gone for

a long time, but Patrick still remembered what he looked like.

He had studied the picture every night before bed, trying to

remember the sound of his voice. It was deep and strong,

like the voice of the Shadow. And he was tall with dark wavy

hair. He was a pilot on a B-17, dropping bombs on Hitler

and all the bad people in Germany so the world could be

free. That's what his mother had said. But right now, Patrick

didn't care if the world was free. Or if his dad flew bombers

or drove a milk truck.

He just wanted him home.

The car started moving again. At the next corner they

drove past a Santa Claus ringing a bell beneath a streetlight.

Next to him, a red kettle. A couple bundled in overcoats

walked by. The man dropped a few coins in the kettle

and kept going. The Santa yelled "Merry Christmas" in a

happy but high-pitched voice. Not a proper Santa voice at

all, Patrick thought. "We're almost there now, Patrick," the

government lady said. "Isn't it pretty outside with all the

lights and decorations?"

"Uh . . . yes," Patrick answered. He knew he should feel

that way. He wished he did.

"Do you like Christmastime? It's my favorite time of

year."

He could tell she was trying to cheer him up, but it was

hard to be in a Christmas mood when your mom suddenly

dies in a car crash, leaving you all alone. Patrick noticed her

eyes in the rearview mirror. She was looking back. He thought

he saw a tear forming, but she quickly turned away. Almost

there now, she had said.

Almost where?

He didn't recognize any of these streets or buildings. His

grandfather couldn't be a very nice man, he thought. He

didn't live very far away. Why had they never visited him?

And the way his parents had talked about his grandfather

also worried him; they always lowered their voices or changed

the subject when Patrick walked into the room.

As the car drove on, Patrick looked at the Christmas lights

outlining some of the homes and streetlights. Still, it didn't

feel like Christmas inside. Not even the presence of snow

lifted his spirits, and Patrick loved the snow.

Almost there, she said.

Patrick felt so lost. They had always lived in that same

apartment on Clark Street. This place didn't even resemble

his old neighborhood. Everyone here had little yards and

driveways with garages. Patrick wasn't even sure they were

in Philadelphia anymore. He tried thinking about something

happy, starting with the toys he wanted for Christmas. Then

he wondered, with everything that happened, would he still

get any?

Suddenly a wave of guilt swept over him. He sank low

in his seat. Here he was worrying about getting his share

of toys, and here his mother was . . . gone. He would never

get to spend another Christmas with her. They would never

decorate another tree. Sing another Christmas carol. He'd

gladly give every toy he ever owned or would ever own again

to have her back instead. Even for a day. The tears started

coming again.

This time he couldn't make them stop. view abbreviated excerpt only...

Discussion Questions

1. Christmas is traditionally a holiday where families celebrate and create fond memories. But for many, as in Patrick's case, it merely highlights the emptiness and brokenness that's existed for years. What's your experience been like? If you can't personally relate to Patrick's story, what do you believe has made a positive difference in your family life?
2. Patrick's father and grandfather haven't spoken to each other since before he was born. Do you have any relatives who haven't spoken to each other for years? What consequences has this rift caused for them or your family? What are the main issues? Do you think they justify the separation? If yes, why; if not, why not?
3. With the introduction of Father O'Malley and Ian Collins' recollection of his last conversation with his son, we become aware that Collins is Catholic and the rift has something to do with his son "pulling away from the faith." Does this seem as serious a thing now as it was in the 1940's? Has anyone in your family changed churches? How has this affected your family's relationship? Has it created any conflicts that have proved difficult to forgive?
4. Why do you think Mrs. Fortini was not intimidated by Ian Collins'? Do you know anyone like her?
5. After Ian Collins received the MIA telegram about Shawn, he quickly became convinced that Shawn was actually dead. Have you ever jumped to a conclusion about a big event in your life or believed the worst before you had all the facts (then it was nowhere near as bad as you'd imagined)? What lesson can we learn from times like these?
6. At the end of the section where Ian Collins is reading the letters, he reads one he's never seen from his deceased wife, Ida. She is thanking Patrick's mom for helping her to understand the gospel more clearly. Has this book helped you to understand the gospel more clearly? If so, how?
7. The social worker, Katherine Townsend, came to love Patrick almost like her own child. She was rebuked for getting too emotionally involved. After getting so close, how do you think she'll handle letting go? How do you think you would have handled this situation? In the end, do you think she made the right call?
8. How were you affected by the role Ezra Jeffries played toward the end of the story? Have you witnessed anyone treated in a similar way because of their race or ethnic background? Would you have had the courage to step in the way Katherine did?
9. What parts of the book impacted you on an emotional level? If more than one, which one affected you the most?
10. This book wasn't a mystery novel, but did anything happen that surprised you?
11. The author has said that he intended the unfinished wooden soldier to be more than just a toy Patrick craved; but to serve as a metaphor that weaves the whole story together from beginning to end. Did you catch this? What do you think he means?
12. Who is your favorite character in The Unfinished Gift and why?

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