Christmas break has finally come! During training it seemed like it was too good to be true and now it is finally here! :)
Unfortunely, I know that break is going to go by so quickly and part of that knowledge makes me sad because I know that there are people that I won't get to see or spend time with. A week and a half is too short a time!
I've enjoyed my experience so far in AmeriCorps and I am looking forward to the next 7 months. I hope that we get a project not in Florida--that's definetly not my favorite state, but I put up with it. I'll probably never lose my tan this entire year.
We had a memorial service for Amanda on Tuesday morning and it was very nice. It brought some closure to everything that happened. She was a wonderful person and that was very evident by everyone's remembrance of her life. She served others with a passion that was exhibited in every touch, in every word spoken. She will be dearly missed by everyone who knew her.
I received an email from my aunt a couple of days ago with a little Christmas Story... I want to share it with everyone else because I thought it was a beautiful reminder of the Christmas season.
The "W" in Christmas
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 the 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 hush 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 an 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"