~ Christmas Love ~

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, 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 rehears
al the morning of the presentation.
All parents unable to attend that evening
were welcome to come then...
Fortunately, my son 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.

My son 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,
and 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:
"CHRIST WAS LOVE" ...

I believe,
He ALWAYS SHALL BE!
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