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The "W" in Christmas

Discussion in 'The Attic' started by kauphy, Dec 20, 2010.

    Dec 20, 2010
  1. kauphy

    kauphy Meister Member

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    Location:
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    The "W" in Christmas




    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. She 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 filed in ten minutes early, found

    a spot on the cafeteria floor 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. Each class, accompanied by their teacher, sat cross-legged on

    the floor. Then, each group, one by one, rose to perform their song.



    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 aback by its bold

    title. 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, "Christmas Love."



    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 1st through 6th 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.




    May each of you have a Merry Christmas as you reflect on His Amazing Love




    for us...




    Have a blessed day! Happy Birthday Jesus !!!!!!!!
     
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  2. Dec 20, 2010
  3. jod5413

    jod5413 Is That Better?

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    Very nice, Kauphy. Thanks! :thumbsup:
     
  4. Dec 21, 2010
  5. ksech

    ksech Dormant account

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    Location:
    Here
    Thank you so much for sharing that! What a beautiful story!
     

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