Reporter's Note: Christmas is upon us!
Dear Mr. President,
Merry Christmas from my house to yours!
If all is going as planned, by the time you read this we will probably be knee deep in discarded wrapping paper and ribbons, stuffed on cinnamon rolls, and half snoozing on the sofa while a fire blazes, and the smells of turkey and stuffing fill the air. Ah…what a holiday!
As much as I loved Christmas as a child (and trust me, I loved it like life itself!) I think I may enjoy it even more now. I like everything about it. The tree. The lights. The giving. The food. The music. The customs. And I love going to church.
For everything commercial about the holiday, I like the simplicity of standing with others, still shivering from the walk in, singing carols older than anyone in the room. I love hearing the Christmas story once again, and reminding myself what all the fuss is about.
Still, kids don’t always feel that way. Some year ago, a snow storm hit on Christmas Eve, and both of our (then) little girls were very excited; not at all in the mood for sitting still and quiet for an hour. They knew it had to be done, but they wished it did not.
Driving to church was an adventure. The car slid right, then left, then right. My parents were visiting and rode over with me and my older daughter who was then probably in fourth grade, my wife and younger daughter having gone ahead of us to secure seats. As we skidded across the church parking lot, my lights swept across the old priest staggering through the deep drifts toward the sanctuary.
I said aloud as the car slid again, “I’d better be careful. If I hit him, there won’t be any church.”
With perfect comic timing, my daughter waited a beat and then said, “Hit him.”
Made me laugh. I trust your day is going well…and the very best of the holiday to you and yours, to all Americans, and indeed to the people of the world.
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