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.
MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!!
Again, HAVE A BLESSED HOLIDAY SEASON!
I'me sure we've all seen this in the past, but it is good to remember this
little story. *Hugs*
In The SonLight of God's Love,
April
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