December 11, 2003

Christmas Love

I noticed your website has my true story, "Christmas Love," which you have accidentally retitled "The W in Christmas" and which is also posted as "author unknown." I'm the writer of that piece. Will you please make the correction to the title and the author's byline? I'd appreciate it. Thanks so much, and have a great holiday season.
God bless,
Candy Chand

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, 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"
in my Heart & Prayers

---Candy Chand

My Brother-in-law, Richard sent me this. Thanks Richard!!!

The Aurthor sent me e-mail. Thanks Candy!!! Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!!!

Posted by Riza Rivera at December 11, 2003 1:49 PM