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Dec. 25th, 2005 03:09 pmMerry Christmas! Hope you are well and with people who bring joy and laughter to your hearts. Below is a story I wrote this year for the church's Advent booklet, you might enjoy it or not. But whatever your religious belief I hope it makes you are think about what really matters at Christmas isn't the amount of money you have (or don't have), the presents you recieve (or get) but instead its the people who you care about.
The Best Christmas Ever
by Marion McNealy
Christmas as a child is so much more magical than as an adult. As a child you can still wonder how the presents got under the tree. As an adult, its too easy to forget the magic and thrill of Christmas. The decorations go up way too early, the frantic rush for presents and the inane carols played over and over at the mall, and the pressure of expectations that this Christmas be better than the last one. Often we forget the simple things are sometimes the most meaningful.
My best Christmas ever would probably be thought of by most people to be the worst, yet it shines in my memory like a bright star in a clear sky.
Growing up, we had very little money. At Christmas time we were usually the poorest, and 1984 was particularly bad financially. It was a cold winter, I had outgrown my old second hand coat, and there was no money for another one.
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The Best Christmas Ever
by Marion McNealy
Christmas as a child is so much more magical than as an adult. As a child you can still wonder how the presents got under the tree. As an adult, its too easy to forget the magic and thrill of Christmas. The decorations go up way too early, the frantic rush for presents and the inane carols played over and over at the mall, and the pressure of expectations that this Christmas be better than the last one. Often we forget the simple things are sometimes the most meaningful.
My best Christmas ever would probably be thought of by most people to be the worst, yet it shines in my memory like a bright star in a clear sky.
Growing up, we had very little money. At Christmas time we were usually the poorest, and 1984 was particularly bad financially. It was a cold winter, I had outgrown my old second hand coat, and there was no money for another one.
( Read the rest )
