A CHRISTMAS LESSONTom Krause (Omm li kienet qed tigbor ghall-karita’ flimkien ma’ binha taghti lezzjoni dwar l-imhabba lit-tifel taghha.)
"Is there a purpose? Why are we here?" A little boy asked as the yuletide drew near. "I really do hope that someday I will know the reason we stand out here in the snow, ringing this bell as people walk by, while thousands of snowflakes descend from the sky."
The mother just smiled at her shivering son who would rather be playing and having some fun but soon would discover before evening was done the meaning of Christmas the very first one.
The young boy exclaimed, "Mother where does it go?" "All the pennies we collect - every year in the snow." "Why do we do it? Why do we care?" "We worked for these pennies, so why should we share?"
"Because once a baby - so meek and so mild was born in a manger - so humble the child the son of a King - was born in this way to give us the message He carried that day.
"The present God gave the world on that night, was the gift of his son to make everything right. Why did he do it? Why did he care? To teach about loving and how we should share."
"The meaning of Christmas, you see my dear son, is not about presents or just having fun but the gift of a father - his own precious Son so the world would be saved when his work was all done"
Now the little boy smiled - with a tear in his eye as snowflakes kept falling from out of the sky - rang louder the bell as the people walked by while down deep in his heart at last he knew why.
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