Hey, Family

I know we shouldn't forward to the list but I've never seen this one and thought most of you may not have either.  It is very clever and a good message to pass along in this special season.

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.