- Miss Apricot
- 7 years ago
- Wedding: May 2009
Yes, Christmas is over until next year. But wow…I just came across the “other” thread and it depressed me. So I thought I would start a happier thread! Please, contribute your Happy Christmas thoughts/feelings/memories/stories!
I DON’T like that it has become so retail-based and that some people have an attitude of entitlement, (I think that awful, awful eBay commerical where the bratty girl interrupts the carol to sing her very rude and demanding Christmas list pretty much sums up the attitude of a lot of people these days). To me, that’s not what Christmas is about.
I was blessed with a loving family, a loving husband, and yes, loving in-laws. I am grateful that we live close enough to both of them to be able to spend time with both sides of the family without too much stress about who is going where, when.
I love Christmas music. Well, not ALL of it, but a goodly portion. Cliche as it may be, O Holy Night is my absolute favorite. Christmas songs, REAL Christmas songs, make me teary.
I love that it is a time to remember those who have passed. It’s a bittersweet time, yes, but I try to focus on the sweet part of that. They may not be with us in body, but they are certainly with us in spirit, and their memory lives in our hearts.
I love Charles Dickens’ Christmas Carol. Not just any version, mind you…my absolute favorite, as corny as that may seem, is the MUPPET’S Christmas Carol. LOL. Michael Caine played Scrooge, Kermit was Bob Cratchit…what more could one ask for? It’s one of the best representations of the story I’ve seen. It’s presented in a light, fun way for the children, but still has excellent acting (MICHAEL CAINE! Need I say more?!) and still preserves the message and story.
I love the Christmas stories…this is one of my favorites, (I was practically sobbing like a baby when the pastor read it a couple years ago). If you’ve read this far, please read a little further…
In 1994, two Americans answered an invitation from the Russian Department of Education to teach morals and ethics (based on biblical principles) in the public schools. They were invited to teach at prisons, businesses, the fire and police departments and a large orphanage. About 100 boys and girls who had been abandoned, abused, and left in the care of a government-run program were in the orphanage. They relate the following story in their own words:
It was nearing the holiday season, 1994, time for our orphans to hear, for the first time, the traditional story of Christmas. We told them about Mary and Joseph arriving in Bethlehem. Finding no room in the inn, the couple went to a stable, where the baby Jesus was born and placed in a manger. Throughout the story, the children and orphanage staff sat in amazement as they listened. Some sat on the edges of their stools, trying to grasp every word.
Completing the story, we gave the children three small pieces of cardboard to make a crude manger. Each child was given a small paper square, cut from yellow napkins I had brought with me. No colored paper was available in the city. Following instructions, the children tore the paper and carefully laid strips in the manger for straw. Small squares of flannel (cut from a worn-out nightgown an American lady was throwing away as she left Russia ), were used for the baby’s blanket. A doll-like baby was cut from tan felt we had brought from the United States.
The orphans were busy assembling their manger as I walked among them to see if they needed any help. All went well until I got to one table where little Misha sat. He looked to be about 6-years-old and had finished his project. As I looked at the little boy’s manger, I was startled to see not one, but two babies in the manger.
Quickly, I called for the translator to ask the lad why there were two babies in the manger. Crossing his arms in front of him and looking at this completed manger scene, the child began to repeat the story very seriously. For such a young boy, who had only heard the Christmas story once, he related the happenings accurately — until he came to the part where Mary put the baby Jesus in the manger. Then Misha started to ad-lib.
He made up his own ending to the story as he said,
“And when Mary laid the baby in the manger, Jesus looked at me and asked me if I had a place to stay. I told him I have no mamma and I have no papa, so I don’t have any place to stay. Then Jesus told me I could stay with Him. But I told him I couldn’t, because I didn’t have a gift to give Him like everybody else did. But I wanted to stay with Jesus so much, so I thought about what I had that maybe I could use for a gift. I thought maybe if I kept Him warm, that would be a good gift.” So I asked Jesus, ‘If I keep You warm, will that be a good enough gift?’ And Jesus told me, ‘If you keep Me warm, that will be the best gift anybody ever gave Me.’ So I got into the manger, and then Jesus looked at me and He told me I could stay with Him — for always.”
As little Misha finished his story, his eyes brimmed full of tears that splashed down his little cheeks. Putting his hand over his face, his head dropped to the table and his shoulders shook as he sobbed and sobbed. The little orphan had found someone who would never abandon nor abuse him, someone who would stay with him — for always.
And the Americans? They had learned the lesson they had come there to teach — that it is not what you have in your life, but Who you have in your life that really counts. We all should give thanks for the people that “keep us”- in life – and for all of God’s many blessings to us: freedom from want, life, love, togetherness, and for the enduring love of Jesus Christ, the one person who keeps us warm and safe for always.