Tuesday, December 16, 2008

The "W" in Christmas

I just received this in an email and knew I had to post.....Merry 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!
When you are DOWN to nothing.... God is UP to something!
Faith SEES the invisible, BELIEVES the incredible and RECEIVES the


  1. That's so awesome, thanks for sharing!

  2. Very beautiful post girl...I really nedded that today with all I am trying to get done before my family dinner on the 21th...thanks so much dear friend for sharing this mesaage..hugs and smiles Gloria

  3. A beautiful Christmas story! Truly a moment you'll hold dear forever.
    Millie ^_^

  4. I love this story. Thank you so much for sharing it. Thank you for leaving a nice note in my blog. I'm going to scroll through some more of yours, since I've never visited yours before. laurie

  5. This true story, originally titled "Christmas Love", was written and copyrighted by Candy Chand, author of several published inspirational works. It is available as a small, single-story, hard-back gift book at stores across the USA and at Amazon.com online. (Thanks for posting)
    Merry Christmas!


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