Just a week
before Christmas, I had a visitor. This is how it happened. I had just finished
the household chores and was preparing to go to bed, when I heard a noise in
the front of the house. I opened the door of the front room, and to my
surprise, Santa Claus himself stepped out from behind the Christmas tree. He
placed his fingers over his mouth so I would not cry out.
“What are you
doing...” I started to ask, but the words choked up in my throat as I saw he
had tears in his eyes. His usual jolly manner was gone—gone was the eager,
boisterous soul we all know.
He then answered me with a simple statement of “Teach the children.” I was puzzled. What did he mean? He anticipated my question and with one quick movement brought forth a miniature toy bag from behind the tree. As I stood there bewildered, Santa said again, “Teach the children. Teach them the old meaning of Christmas—the meanings that Christmas nowadays has forgotten.”
I started to say,
“How can I...” when Santa reached into the toy bag and pulled out a brilliant
shiny star.
“Teach the
children that the star was the heavenly sign of promise long ages ago. God
promised a savior for the world and the star was a sign of the fulfillment of
that promise. The countless shining stars at night—one for each man—now show
the burning hope of all mankind.” Santa gently laid the star upon the fireplace
mantle and drew forth from the bag a glittering red Christmas tree ornament.
“Teach the
children red is the first color of Christmas. It was first used by the faithful
people to remind them of the blood which was shed for all the people by the
Savior. Christ gave his life and shed His blood that every man might have God's
gift of Eternal Life. Red is deep, intense, vivid—it is the greatest color of
all. It is the symbol of the gift of God.”
“Teach the
children,” he said as he dislodged a small Christmas tree from the depths of
the toy bag. He placed it before the mantle and gently hung the red ornament on
it. The deep green of the fir tree was a perfect background for the ornament.
Here was the second color of Christmas.
“The pure green
color of the stately fir tree remains green all year round,” he said. “This
depicts the everlasting hope of mankind. Green is the youthful, hopeful,
abundant color of nature. All the needles point heavenward-symbols of Man's
returning thoughts toward heaven. The great green tree has been man's best
friend. It has sheltered him, warmed him, made beauty for him.” Suddenly, I
heard a soft tinkling sound.
“Teach the
children that as the lost sheep are found by the sound of the bell, it should
ring for man to return to the fold---it means guidance and return. It further
signifies that all are precious in the eyes of the Lord. As the soft sound of
the bell faded into the night, Santa drew forth a candle. He placed it on the
mantle and the soft glow from its tiny flame cast a glow about the darkened
room. Odd shapes in shadows slowly danced and wove upon the walls.
“Teach the
children,” whispered Santa, “that the candle shows man's thanks for the star of
long ago. Its small light is the mirror of starlight. At first, candles were
placed on the trees—they were like many glowing stars shining against the dark
green. The colored lights have now taken over in remembrance.”
Santa turned the
small Christmas tree lights on and picked up a gift from under the tree. He
pointed to the large bow and said, “A bow is placed on a present to remind us
of the brotherhood of man. We should remember that the bow is tied as men
should be tied, all of us together, with the bonds of good will toward each
other. Good will forever is the message of the bow.”
Santa slung his
bag over his shoulder and began to reach for the candy cane placed high on the
tree. He unfastened it and reached out toward me with it.
“Teach the
children that the candy cane represents the shepherd's crook. The crook on the
staff helps bring back the strayed sheep to the flock. The candy cane
represents the helping hand we should show at Christmas time. The candy cane is
the symbol that we are our brothers' keepers.”
As Santa looked
about the room, a feeling of satisfaction shone in his face. He read wonderment
in my eyes, and I am sure he sensed admiration for this night.
He reached into
his bag and brought forth a large holly wreath. He placed it on the door and
said, “Please teach the children that the wreath symbolizes the eternal nature
of love; it never ceases, stops or ends. It is the one continuous round of
affection. The wreath does double duty. It is made of many things and in many
colors. It should remind us of all the things of Christmas. Please teach the children.”
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