Christmas is kids. Christmas is a toddler under a Christmas tree, mystified by the magic of a music box.
Christmas is bright eyes and a rosy nose and a new sled.Christmas is a little girl in a pinafore hugging a doll in a pinafore. Christmas is lying awake, wondering if the faint tapping on the roof and the creaking of beams isn't the
sound of reindeer hooves and the weight of a laden sleigh. Christmas is the wax crayon drawings brought home from school and the gilded box made
of macaroni shells, the red and green paper cut-outs in schoolroom windows and the little children dressed as Wise Men in the Christmas pageant. Christmas is wet mittens
and the impatient tangle of icicles around the bottom of the Christmas tree. It is the voices of carolling children and children who want to be comforted. It is kids sitting on Santa's lap in a depatment store
and the solitary joy of a youngster dragging a fresh cut spruce across a snowy pasture. It is a two-year-old experiencing ribbon candy and a
sixteen-year-old trying to gift-wrap a present for his girlfriend. Christmas is bikes and dollhouses and Teddy bears and puzzles and model planes
and battery toys without batteries and slippers and small, anxious voices at daybreak on Christmas morning. Christmas is the innocence and purity of children's eyes, their total lack of cynacism or suspicion, their
unquestioning belief that nothing is impossible, and that everything, unique or mundane, is worthy of wonderment and
deserving of investigation.
Christmas is everybody's holiday and it mean's many things to many people. But for the overwhelming majority
of us, Christmas is mostly for and with and about kids!
Someone sent this to me YEARS ago and I've had it in my photo album ever since.
I have no idea who wrote it, but, if the author would like to step forward, I'll be happy to give him/her credit where credit is due.
