Christmas is all about the kids. It's about them getting to their Nutcracker practices and having their moment of glory performing on stage. It's about them staying up late watching Christmas movies and overdosing on sugar. It's about the kids receiving presents and being so ecstatic about Christmas they can't even sleep on Christmas Eve Eve. But I know that for some children, Christmas is not only about receiving, but about giving.
This year my 9 year-old son had a birthday party just a few days before Christmas Eve. He received one of the best presents a little boy could get: a box of pink, sweet smelling, sticky chewing gum. I was surprised when on Christmas Eve he announced he had presents for the family, and even more surprised to see that in each of his siblings' stockings he had placed a packet of gum. He had nothing left for himself, but the smile on his face showed that giving presents to others left a more satisfying high than sugar.
Several years ago I used to help in our Church's primary class, of which my mom was the president. There was a little girl whose name I can't remember, but whose face is branded on my mind. Her family was very poor, but the Sunday before Christmas Eve, she wanted to give my mom a present. Right after the class, I saw the slender, ash-blond haired girl walk up to my mom with a little package in her hands. The package was wrapped in newspaper, but the contents were more valuable than diamonds. My mom opened the package, and inside
"Our creator would never have made such lovely days, and given us the deep hearts to enjoy them, above all thought, unless we were meant to be immortal."
Sunday, December 13, 2009
It might have a lot to do with my being completely immersed in my writing project, which is still not finished, but which I'm in love with :-)
The two older kids are performing in the Nutcracker this year, and their rehearsal schedule is insane. AND, I had the brilliant idea of signing up the little ones for daily swimming lessons. Of course, as soon as classes started, they both got an awful cough. But oh well, they're loving it!
I've updated the blog music and background, and even if I'm not posting everyday, I don't want to lose the habit of updating the blog.
I'm grateful for my kids who keep the Christmas spirit alive, even when our schedule is so busy.
On Friday, Chubbers was too sick for swimming lessons, and when I was cleaning the kitchen I noticed she was sitting, quiet as a mouse (VERY out of character for her), looking out the window.
I asked her, "What are you looking at?"
And she sighed, and without looking at me answered, "Christmas."
I want to open my eyes too, and my heart, and see Christmas just as she does, as all of my kids do.
See the magic of the most wonderful time of the year.