The "W" in Christmas
This was sent to me by Darrel, my minister friend. I'll leave this up all
year. Author is unknown.
Each December, I vowed to make Christmas a calm and peaceful
experience. I had cut back on nonessential obligations extensive card writing,
endless baking, decorating, and even overspending. Yet still, I found myself
exhausted, unable to appreciate the precious family moments, and of course, the
true meaning of Christmas.
My son, Nicholas, was in kindergarten that year. It was an exciting season for a
six year old. For weeks, he'd been memorizing songs for his school's Winter
Pageant. I didn't have the heart to tell him I'd be working the night of the
production. Unwilling to miss his shining moment, I spoke with his teacher, who
assured me there'd be a dress rehearsal the morning of the presentation. All
parents unable to attend that evening were welcome to come then. Fortunately,
Nicholas seemed happy with the compromise.
So, the morning of the dress rehearsal, I found a spot and sat down. Around the
room I saw several other parents quietly scampering to their seats. As I waited,
the students were led into the room.
Because the public school system had long stopped referring to the holiday as
"Christmas," I didn't expect anything other than fun, commercial entertainment
songs of reindeer, Santa Claus, snowflakes and good cheer. So, when my son's
class rose to sing, "Christmas Love," I was slightly taken back by its bold
Nicholas was aglow, as were all of his classmates, adorned in fuzzy mittens, red
sweaters, and bright snowcaps upon their heads. Those in the front row, center
stage, held up large letters, one by one, to spell out the title of the song. As
the class would sing "C is for Christmas," a child would hold up the letter C.
Then, "H is for Happy," and on and on, until each child holding up his portion
had presented the complete message,
The performance was going smoothly, until suddenly, we noticed her a small,
quiet, girl in the front row holding the letter "M" upside down, totally unaware
her letter "M" appeared as a "W". The audience of first through sixth graders
snickered at this little one's mistake. But she had no idea they were laughing
at her, so she stood tall, proudly holding her "W". Although many teachers tried
to shush the children, the laughter continued until the last letter was raised,
and we all saw it together.
A hush came over the audience and eyes began to widen. In that instant, we
understood the reason we were there, why we celebrated the holiday in the first
place, why even in the chaos, there was a purpose for our festivities. For when
the last letter was held high, the message read loud and clear:
"C H R I S T W A S L O V E"
And, I believe He still is.
Amazed in His presence.... humbled by His love.
Again, HAVE A BLESSED HOLIDAY SEASON
Merry Christmas, Everyone!
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