It is good to be children sometimes, and never better than at Christmas when its mighty Founder was a child Himself. -Charles Dickens
I’m going to tell you a secret: we don’t really grow old, we just pretend we’re no longer like little children!
I’m not certain what has happened through the years that made us choose to grow old. Old and tired and afraid. In fact, we grew so old we could no longer remember how we were as children.
As little children we were so full of life and joy. Our eyes were filled with wonder! Our hearts beat with hope.
Who could have stopped us from peeking to find out whether Santa Claus was real? Who could have dared to tell us Christmas won’t be there anymore?
We used to look forward to Christmas. We used to believe in Christmas.
And it’s not just the gifts we wanted. Not just the good food or the new clothes to wear. Somewhere deep within our hearts, we felt that kind of joy which Christmas has brought us. We felt its warmth. We felt its wonder.
And if we could only cast away our fears, we can feel that wonder again. We can be like little children again who’s not afraid to play or to open presents. We can be as children who can truly celebrate Christmas in our hearts!
“Behold, the virgin shall be with child,
and shall give birth to a son.
They shall call his name Immanuel”;
which is, being interpreted, “God with us.”
-Matthew 1:23, WEB
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