Originally Posted by ryorkies (Post 1601070)

This following was sent to me by little Miss Lily's breeder... such a wonderful person, and I thought I would share it with all of you. I hope it is okay to post this here.....

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 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 shush 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 that
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"
And, I believe, He
still is. Amazed in His presence... .humbled by His
love. Again, HAVE A
BLESSED HOLIDAY SEASON!

Originally Posted by saphire (Post 1604300)

Hey Kathy, good to see you my friend:)

ryorkies, that story is so sweet, thanks for sharing.

Patti - have you not heard anything from Pappi or his daughters?

Hugs to all of you

Originally Posted by ryorkies (Post 1717237)

Originally Posted by ryorkies (Post 1717237)