Saturday, December 24, 2005

The "W" in Christmas

No, this is not a George Bush story, but one more important, as a nation, that we know. A friend of mine sent me this story thru email and I thought it appropriate for this Christmas season.

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.
Hope you all have a wonderful Christwaslove holiday season.

For a beautiful story, you can read:
Two Babes in a Manger:
The Truth About Santa Clause:


At 8:17 AM, Blogger Fred said...

Same to you, Lucy. Merry Christmas.

At 8:28 AM, Blogger BarbaraFromCalifornia said...

Thank you for your beautiful heart, Lucy.

Wishing you and your family a very Merry Christmas.

At 10:29 AM, Blogger Running2Ks said...

Oh wow, I just got chills. That is beautiful!

Merry Christmas!

At 11:01 AM, Blogger curious servant said...


Thank you for your frequent visits and kind words these past few months. They have meant a lot to me.

Blessing to you and yours.

Merry Christmas!

At 12:33 PM, Blogger Rachel said...

Great story! Merry Merry Christmas to you!

At 6:39 PM, Blogger Nettie said...

That's beautiful- the reason for the season. Merry Christmas

At 10:24 PM, Blogger Jeff H said...


Perfect. Beautiful. The truth written so innocently--yet powerfully.

Thanks for sharing. And Merriest of Christmases to you and yours, Lucy!!!

At 11:28 PM, Blogger Oh great One said...

What a lovely story! Thank you for sharing it with us. I hope you have a wonderful holiday!

At 9:40 AM, Blogger curious servant said...

My heart goes out to your friend re. her loss.

At 11:52 AM, Blogger HizzleThizzle said...

What a touching story. Out of the mouths of babes right?

Thanks for your comments on my blog, I will be back to read more :)

At 3:54 PM, Blogger Keshi said...

hey girl,

You write well.I am spellbound and totally mesmerised by your writing.So wise and so true.Hope you have a great next year..well for is going to be same work but more blogging..I am pretty fed up with the office work so for tp(timepass),I have started blogging.Lets see for how long my blog life flourishes....Right now I get 100 comments(which is great)I wish to get more comments from yaa..

Thanks matey.


At 11:49 PM, Blogger Jennifer Meachem said...

that got me, i'm all teary... ChristWasLove, that's great.

by the way, i'm not a blog stalker, just looked at yours and liked it and kept looking... lol!

At 6:35 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

This true story, originally titled "Christmas Love", was written by Candy Chand of the town Rancho Murieta in Sacramento county of California, author of several copyrighted inspirational works. FYI, if you'd like to own a copy, it's available as a small, single-story, hard-back (gift?) book at stores all over the USA and online at Amazon.


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