My friend, Deborah, shares stories, jokes, wisdom, and best of all, a sisterhood. She's my sister and friend in Christ.....but boy, can she load up my mail box! I was at my desk this morning, trying to do 11 things at once, and almost deleted this e-mail. So glad that I didn't.
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 decorating, and even overspending.
Yet, I still found myself exhausted, unable to appreciate the precious family moments, and of course, the true meaning of Christmas.
Our daughter, Holly, was in kindergarten that year. It was an exciting season for a six year old.
For weeks, she’d been memorizing songs for her school’s “ Winter Pageant”.
I didn’t have the heart to tell her I’d be working the night of the production. Unwilling to miss her shining moment, I spoke with her 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, Holly 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 of 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 girl’s class rose to sing, “Christmas Love,” I was slightly taken aback by its bold title.
Holly was aglow, as were all of her classmates, adorned in fuzzy mittens, red sweaters, and bright snowcaps on 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 up the letter C. Then, “H is for Happy,” and on and on, until each child holding up his or her 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” up side down totally unaware her letter “M” appeared as a “W.”
Although many teachers tried to shush the children, the laughter continued until the last letter was raised, and we saw it all 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:
And, I believe, He still is. Amazed in His presence…humbled by His love.
Again, HAVE A BLESSED CHRISTMAS SEASON!
P.S. Share this with someone you love as a early Christmas gift.
Thank you, Deborah. Thanks for correcting my hurried pace with the Peace of yuor stories.