Each December, I vowed to make Christmas a calm and peacefulÂ experience.Â I had cut back on nonessential obligations – extensive card writing,Â endless baking, decorating, and even overspending.Â Yet still, I found myself exhausted, unable to appreciate the preciousÂ family moments, and of course, the true meaning of Christmas.
My son, Nicholas, was in kindergarten that year. It was an excitingÂ season for a 6-year-old.Â For weeks, he’d been memorizing songs for his school’s “WinterÂ Pageant.”
I didn’t have the heart to tell him I’d be working the night of theÂ production. Unwilling to miss his shining moment, I spoke with hisÂ teacher. She assured me there would be a dress rehearsal the morningÂ of the presentation.Â All parents unable to attend that evening were welcome to come then.Â Fortunately, Nicholas seemed happy with the compromise.
So, the morning of the dress rehearsal, I filed in ten minutes early,Â found a spot on the cafeteria floor and sat down. Around the room, IÂ saw several other parents quietly scampering to their seats.
As I waited, the students were led into the room. Each class,Â accompanied by their teacher, sat cross-legged on the floor. Then,Â each group, one by one, rose to perform their song.
Because the public school system had long stopped referring to theÂ holiday as “Christmas,” I didn’t expect anything other than fun,Â commercial entertainment songs of reindeer, Santa Claus, snowflakesÂ and good cheer.Â So, when my son’s class rose to sing, “Christmas Love” I was slightlyÂ taken aback by its bold title.
Nicholas was aglow, as were all of his classmates, adorned in fuzzyÂ mittens, red sweaters, and bright snow-caps upon their heads.Â Those in the front row – center stage – held up large letters, one byÂ one, to spell out the title of the song.
As the class would sing “C is for Christmas,” a child would hold upÂ the letter C. Then, “H is for Happy,” and on and on, until each childÂ holding up his portion had presented the complete message, “ChristmasÂ Love.”
The performance was going smoothly, until suddenly, we noticed her; aÂ small, quiet, girl in the front row holding the letter “M” upside downÂ – totally unaware her letter “M” appeared as a “W”.
The audience of 1st through 6th graders snickered at this little one’sÂ mistake. But she had no idea they were laughing at her, so she stoodÂ tall, proudly holding her “W”.
Although many teachers tried to shush the children, the laughterÂ continued until the last letter was raised, and we all saw itÂ together.Â A hush came over the audience and eyes began to widen.
In that instant, we understood the reason we were there, why weÂ celebrated the holiday in the first place, why even in the chaos,Â there was a purpose for our festivities.
For when the last letter was held high, the message read loud andÂ 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.Â Have a blessed Christmas season.