Isaac told us a couple weeks ago that he wrote a story that was going to be in the newspaper. Besides that the details were slim. He didn't know the name of the paper, when or what the story was about. Consequently we forgot about it. On the last day of school Isaac came home with a paper called What the Holidays mean to me: a special publication of the Gresham outlook and sandy post. When we finally found his name, which was difficult because pages 11-18 didn't make it home, I was delighted. Here is what the holidays mean to Isaac:
"My favorite holiday is Christmas. I love to decorate the tree. When we get the tree I helped to carry the tree with my dad. We tied it too the top of the car. We bring it home and decorate. First we put on the lights. Then we put on the angel. Speaking of angel. Jesus was born on Christmas. The angel watched over Jesus. The holidays mean to me a king." (edited for the sake of you being able to read it. Page 19).
I just loved it. I hope that the holidays always mean to him a king. This was a good note for me to read as I was contemplating how we honor Jesus with our traditions. It seems that through the hustle and bustle of the season we have conveyed the message that Christmas is more than presents, its about the birth of Jesus our lord and savior. Not once did Isaac mention presents in what Christmas means to him.
2 comments:
I meant to comment on your blog along time ago--I loved this article by Isaac, you have a precious family, you know that? I love and miss you guys, I'm looking forward to seeing you soon!
That's awesome that Isaac thinks of family experiences and Christ first about the holidays. All your children are precious!
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