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Thinking on meaning of Christmas

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When evening came and we were exhausted from the excitement, Mother pulled down her book of poetry where those beautiful and funny Christmas poems were found. First, she read the funny poems, and when the eyelids were having trouble staying open she started to read “The Night Before Christmas” to us. Somehow we perked up for we knew it and we were so happy to hear it over and over again. In fact, at 85 I read it today and “Joy to the World” seems more real.

You know Clement Clarke Moore wrote the poem. Did you ever stop to wonder how much thought went into the writing of this masterpiece? In his time, little or none of our present day memories were in vogue. He had so much to do with how they would be developed his vision of Santa Claus and his reindeer. Oh, how he brought them to life as he called them by name, “Now Dasher! Now Dancer! Now Prancer and Vixen! On Comet! On Cupid! On Donder and Blitzen! To the top of porch, to the top of the wall! No dash away, dash away, dash away all.” As a child I could see those reindeer and Santa’s sleigh as it streaked across the sky.

Even today my imagination works so well. On Christmas Eve I can go out and look up and see Santa as he drives his sleigh pulled by those reindeer. I see love being dispensed upon mankind and it helps me to know God is in His heaven and He has provided the love that makes mankind’s life so much better.

As Santa descends over his last home on Christmas Eve, he whistles to his team and they take off “like the dawn of a thistle.” Then he cries out to the world, “Happy Christmas to all and to all a good night.”

What a debt we owe to Clement Moore for his great thoughts. What a debt we owe to our forebears who made such happy memories for us. What a debt we owe to our God who loved us so much He sent “His son” to die for us. Oh, what gifts we have all received.

Let us meditate on these things and may Christmas have greater meaning when we remember our yesterdays, our todays and our hopes for eternity.

Love to everyone.

Editor’s Note: W.H. Waters is a Lebanon resident and a contributor to The Wilson Post’s Opinion page.

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