5th Day Christmas Past Question & Story

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On the 5th Day of Christmas Past, some history to enhance Light the World – “[I was] naked and ye clothed me.” 
Question:  How was a destitute pioneer family surprised on Christmas during a terrible snowstorm?

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“A Christmas Dress for Ellen”

President Thomas S. Monson retells this sweet story

It was December of 1927 in the remote prairie town of Hillspring, Alberta, Canada. A young mother, Mary Jeppson, was getting her six small children ready for bed. Her heart was so full of sorrow and concern that she felt it would surely break. It was Christmas Eve, and all of the children except for the oldest, Ellen, age ten, were dancing around, excited to hang their stockings for Santa to come.

Ellen sat very subdued in a corner of the cold, small, two-room house. She felt that her mother was wrong to let the children build up their hopes for Santa to come, for there would be no Santa. There was nothing to fill the stockings. There would be only a little mush for breakfast. Just a week earlier, the family’s only milk cow had died of starvation. The winter had just started, and already it was cold and harsh.

Times were hard, and Ellen, being the oldest, had too much responsibility put on her thin young shoulders. She had become very cynical, and childhood hopes and dreams and excitements had been put out of mind much too early.

Mary helped each one of her children to hang a little darned and mended stocking, but she couldn’t persuade Ellen to participate. All Ellen could say was, “Mother, don’t do this; don’t pretend.”

After the stockings had been hung, Mary read to the children the Christmas story from the Bible and then recited a few Christmas poems from memory-memories of her own happy childhood.

Now Mary sat alone by the dying fire. Her husband, Leland, had gone to bed several hours earlier, feeling sad and discouraged. Mary knew that he felt he had failed his wife and children. She thought of their plight here in this land of ice and snow. Spring had come very late and winter had come very early for the last two years, causing all of their crops to freeze and fail.

In October Mary had received a letter from her sisters living in Idaho. They told her that they knew times were very hard for her, and although they had suffered some setbacks themselves, they wanted to know what they could send the family for Christmas.

Mary hadn’t written back right away. She was reluctant to tell them how poor and destitute the family really was. Finally in November, seeing that things were not going to get any better, in desperation she had written.

Mary had requested only necessities. She told them of her family’s urgent need for food, especially wheat, yeast, flour, and some cornmeal. She added that it would be a blessing if they could ship just a bit of coal, for it was so cold, and their fuel was down to almost nothing. She asked for some old, used quilts, for all of hers had worn thin and were full of holes, and they could no longer keep her children warm. Also she requested some worn-out pants to cut up and use to once again patch the pants her boys were wearing. She mentioned their desperate need for socks and shoes and gloves and warm hats and coats. At the close of the letter, she had written, “If you could just find a dress that someone has outgrown, I could make it over to fit Ellen. She is far too somber for such a young girl. She worries so about the family and about our needs. She has only one dress that she wears all the time, and it is patched and faded.”

The week before Christmas had found Leland daily hitching up the horse to the sleigh and making the three-hour round trip from Hillspring into the town of Cardston to check at the train station and post office for a package from Idaho. Each day he would receive the same disappointing answer. Finally, on the day of Christmas Eve, he left early in the morning, went into Cardston, and waited for the one daily train. He checked at the post office as well. He left at noon, however, to return home to Hillspring before dark. And he left without a package. As he rode home, he wept openly, knowing how sad Mary would be.

Now, as Mary ceased her reminiscing, she realized how cold she was; the fire in the stove was all but out. The clock on the wall showed that it was 3:30 A.M. She looked up at the sad little mended stockings still hanging empty and felt that her heart was hanging just as empty.

Outside the wind was blowing at about seventy miles an hour, and the snowstorm had intensified. She was about to put out the lantern and go to bed for a few hours when suddenly there was a knock at the door.

Mary opened the door to find a man standing there, and for all the world he looked exactly like what she would expect Santa himself to look like. He was covered with frozen snow and ice. For a moment Mary doubted her senses, but then she realized it was George Sidney Schow, the mailman from Cardston. He belonged to the Church, and he knew the plight of the family. He told Mary that he knew of their waiting for the package from Idaho and that he knew there would be no Christmas without it.

George Schow was a good man. A University of Utah graduate, he had years before been stricken with a disease that had caused him to gradually go blind. After receiving a priesthood blessing, he had miraculously regained partial sight in one eye. Although he was unable to work in his chosen profession of engineering, he had found work as a postman to support his wife, Ingeborg, and their eight children.

On this particular day of Christmas Eve, George, with a team of horses pulling his sleigh, had traveled through a violent snowstorm to deliver the mail to half a dozen or more communities near Cardston. When he returned to the post office that afternoon, he was so cold and exhausted that he ached throughout his body. He longed to settle his horses for the night and join the family celebration in his warm, cozy home. But someone from the train station came by the post office to tell him that ten large crates had arrived from the States for the Jeppson family.

It was about four in the afternoon, but already it was dark. The storm was getting worse. George’s horses, shivering with cold, were not capable of making another trip. The mailman decided it was just too late. There wasn’t anything he could do about it.

George went home to his eager family. He placed the Christmas tree in the living room, and the children joyfully gathered around to decorate it. Although he was surrounded by happy activity and by the delicious aromas of traditional Danish holiday foods, George could not shake off thoughts of the struggling Jeppson family and the packages waiting at the post office. He took Ingeborg aside, and the couple knelt and prayed for guidance. They decided that the only thing he could do was to take the crates out to the Jeppsons’ little isolated farmhouse in Hillspring that very night. So with a borrowed team of horses and a borrowed sleigh with sharper runners than his own, he set out for the Jeppson place, accompanied by his fifteen-year-old son, Sidney. Ingeborg insisted that Sidney go along; although George’s eyesight was passable in the daytime, his wife knew he would not be able to see at night in the midst of a fierce prairie blizzard. Ingeborg and the children sent the father and son on their way with sandwiches and little candies and snacks, and hot rocks were wrapped in blankets to keep their feet warm through the long journey.

George and his son struggled to find their way through the blinding snowstorm. Several times they felt the guidance of the Spirit as they prayed that they would reach their destination safely. With the snowdrifts deepening hour by hour, the horses plodded along more and more slowly. At last they arrived at the farmhouse. They were relieved to see one small light still on in the house.

When George and Sidney entered the home and saw how bare and humble it was, they knew why they had felt so urgently prompted to make the trip. After the postman had told Mary about his decision to come, he and his son brought the crates into the house. Mary insisted that the two stand by the stove to get warm. She got some of Leland’s clothes to replace their frozen, wet clothing.

It was nearly five o’clock in the morning when the sleigh headed back into town. It had taken George and Sidney eight hours to get to the Jeppsons’ place because of the severity of the storm. They wouldn’t get home until noon or later on Christmas day. Mary thanked them both as best she could, but she always said that there just were not words enough to express her thanks. After all, how do you thank a miracle, and a Christmas miracle at that?

Mary quickly began to unpack the crates, for she had only an hour or so before the children would awaken. At the top of one of the crates she found a letter from her sisters. They told her that quilting bees had been held all over the Malad Valley, and from these, six thick, warm, beautiful quilts had been made for them. They also told of the many women who had sewn shirts for the boys and dresses for the girls, and of others who had knitted warm gloves and hats.

The donation of socks and shoes had come from people for miles around. The Relief Society had held a bazaar to raise the money to buy the coats, and all of Mary Jeppson’s sisters, nieces, cousins, aunts, and uncles in Idaho had gotten together to bake the breads and make the candy to send. There was even a crate half full of beef that had been cured and packed so that it could be shipped, along with two or three slabs of bacon and two hams.

The letter closed with these words: “We hope you have a Merry Christmas, and thank you so much for making our Christmas the best one we’ve ever had!”

Mary’s family awakened that Christmas morning to what to them was a miracle. Bacon was sizzling on the stove, and hot muffins were ready to come out of the oven. There were jars of jams and jellies and canned fruit.

For each boy there was a bag of marbles, and each girl had a little rag doll made just for her. Every stocking that was hanging was stuffed full of homemade taffy, fudge, divinity, and dried fruit of every kind. Later, Mary and Leland were to find tucked in the toe of the stockings that had been sent for them a few dollars with a little note that the money was to be used to buy coal for the rest of the winter.

The most wonderful miracle, though, occurred when Ellen, the very last to get up, rubbed her eyes in disbelief as she looked at the spot where her stocking was supposed to have been hung the night before and saw hanging there a beautiful red Christmas dress, trimmed with white and green satin ribbons. She later said it was the most wonderful Christmas ever. That morning, with the Christmas dress for Ellen, a childhood had been brought back, a childhood of hopes and dreams and Santa Claus and the miracle of Christmas.

Taken from:Thomas S. Monson, A Christmas Dress for Ellen [Salt Lake City: Deseret Book Co., 1998], 1.


  1. The Jeppson family was so poor and destitute and the oldest Daughter who is 10 have no hope whatsoever of the family getting anything for Christmas. Each day the father drove his team and wagon to Cardston Canada hoping that a package had arrived from Idaho each day he returned with nothing. Christmas Eve the children all hunger stockings except for the oldest daughter who knew there would not be anything the next morning. The mother stayed up all night worrying How they were going to keep warm and what they were going to eat. At 3:30 AM and knock came out the door. And it was the post man with his wagon full of crates for the family. He looked like Santa Claus but really he was an angel directed by heavenly father to deliver the crates for this needy family. He gave up being at home for Christmas. The wonderful gift of love and sacrifice that he gave that night was never forgotten this many years later. When the children got out on Christmas morning they were so surprised to smell bacon cooking and muffins baking and to see their stockings full of treats. It brought back a hope of Christmas again for the oldest daughter. What a gift of love and sacrifice the post man did that night. He truly was an angel sent to this family.

  2. The family was surprised to see the miracle that had happened. They had prayed for help, and the Lord answered their prayers by prompting others to be angels of mercy. Despair was replaced with hope and the giver and receiver were both edified.

  3. Mary’s relatives were instruments in God’s hands in bringing a Christmas miracle (and restoring childhood dreams of hope). Those who gave and those who received had the “best Christmas ever”.

  4. Christmas arrived because a wonderful family sent lots of goodies to a destitute family. The miracle happened when the postman and his son sacrificed their time and warmth to deliver the boxes.

  5. They woke up to a Christmas Miracle with new hope and dreams.

  6. What a wonderful story of love, compassion, and service. The pioneer family who had literally nothing and were barely surviving, were blessed because others had felt the light of Christ in their hearts and given of themselves to ease the suffering of someone else. What a dear postman and his son who sacrificed time and comfort of their home to bring Christmas to the family.

  7. I know this story well. George Schow was my husband’s grandfather. This mailman felt the spirit touch his heart to take this shipment on Christmas eve during a blizard with phil’s Uncle Syd to the Jeppsons on the Prairie. A great heritage to our family of faith, devotion, & love.

  8. Mary Jeppson ask for help from her sisters and they produced and abundance but the real miracle was the postman making that late night early morning delivery in a snow storm in Canada. What a blessing it was for all involved

  9. Mary Jeppson ask for help from her sisters and they produced and abundance but the real miracle was the postman making that late night early morning delivery in a snow storm in Canada. What a blessing it was for all involved.

  10. Pres. Monsoon tells such great stories of faith and service. In this story he tells of how a destitute family had a wonderful Christmas because of many people contributing what they could and a faithful and courageous mailman listening to the Spirit.
    I especially like the note about the givers in this story feeling blessed to be able to provide Christmas for this destitute family.

  11. The family was surprised when the postman brought crates through a horrible snowstorm to the destitute family. They were surprised at the kindness and generosity of the postman as well as the kindness and generosity of their family and all that was sent to them. It took 8 hours to do it….

  12. This is such a sweet story of kindness and service–from the saints of the Malad Valley in Idaho to postman who was willing to make an incredible sacrifice to deliver those gifts. We may never be called on to make such a sacrifice, but we can do so much in small and simple ways. I am grateful to President Monson for sharing the story with us.

  13. I loved this story. The family was so destitute with neither clothes, food or heat to last the brutal winter. Mary did not want to ask for help but was humbled and asked her family for a very few items. Her family and others in the Malad area worked hard to provide clothes, food and even special treats and other items to help the Jeppson family. George Schow, the postmaster and his son suffered discomfort and even a risk of accident or death during a terrible storm drive 8 hours to take a sleigh full of the precious cargo to the Jeppsons so they would have it to enjoy on Christmas morning. It is a story of the miracle of hope and sacrifice to do Christ-like service to those in need.

  14. The local postman and his son set out Christmas Eve evening. There was a violent snowstorm, that made it difficult to travel the normal 3 hour trip. They didn’t get there until 3:30am, the wee hours Christmas day. They had delivered ten large crates from Mary Jeppson’s family in Idaho. The crates had new quilts, new clothes, hats and gloves and more for all the children, Mary and her husband. Bread, candy, cured meats, etc.. and toys for each child. The family was awakened and surprised to all of this. And to Bacon, hot muffins, jars of jams and jellies and canned fruit for Breakfast. Stockings were stuffed full of homemade taffy, fudge, divinity, and dried fruit of every kind. The most wonderful surprise occurred when Ellen awoke. She was the very last to get up. She rubbed her eyes in disbelief as she looked at the spot where her stocking was supposed to have been hung the night before. She saw hanging there a beautiful red Christmas dress, trimmed with white and green satin ribbons.

  15. After the Jeppson family had fallen on hard times from long winters the last two years, the Jeppson family was in dire need of basic food and clothing during the cold months and for Christmas. Mary, the mother of the family had written a letter requesting help from family in Idaho, asking for the most basic of necessities. The father of the family, Leland would travel into the town, seeking the package from the post office daily, but would not find it. The eldest of the Jeppson siblings, Ellen had nearly lost all hopes and dreams for the future because of the state of destitution that her family was in. At the same time, one of the postal workers, George Schow, a graduate of the University of Utah was exhausted and nearly blind, but had a good heart and after praying with his wife for guidance, worked with his son to make the trip through a terrible snowstorm to take a much needed care package to the Jeppson family, which would take eight hours. The care package encompassed 10 crates of not only basic necessities, but quilts, food and newly crafted clothing for the family. The result of this heroic sacrifice saved Christmas morning for the family, which especially impacted young Ellen, who was the last to awaken to the most unusual and happiest Christmas she would know.

  16. The Jeppson Family was surprised to get a knock at the door by George, the postman, and his son who traveled eight hours who brought gifts from Marys’ sisters. When the children awoke in the morning, they found a Christmas miracle awaiting them.

  17. The Mom was very surprised when the mailman and his son had delivered the crates of Christmas to them at 5AM. They were waiting for it and when their dad returned home without it they were sad. But the mailman felt he should deliver it after the train came in late. The kids were so surprised when they woke up in the morning.

  18. They were surprised with the contents of ten shipping crates filled with blankets, clothes, food, goodies, a bit of money, and especially a beautiful red dress for Ellen.

  19. It was because of love, service, and sacrifice that the jeppson family had a wonderful Christmas. This likes the pure love of Christ. The kind of charity that we need to practice each and every day of our lives

  20. How were they surprised? They were shocked. To go to sleep with nothing only to wake up with so much is unbelievable, surely a miracle. Everyone who slept and missed the Santas’ delivery could only conclude it was heaven sent by unseen powers, angels maybe. This story put a tear in my eye. Thank you for these great stories.

  21. The postman, listening to the guidance of the Holy Ghost, and his son came bringing gifts from back east relatives. These crates came very early Christmas morning, before the children awoke. How wonderful for those Christmas Elves!

  22. Love this story. The Jeppson family were destitute and cold at Christmas. They were surprised on Christmas with crates of food, blankets, clothes. Ellen got a new dress and also a new outlook on life . My favorite part was the note that the family that contributed sent, saying it was there best Christmas also!

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