As an adult, I have found it hard sometimes to get into the Christmas spirit. To feel that energized, “goodness to all mankind”, warm fuzzy, anticipation…..you know, all the feelings you felt as a child.
Many of those feelings have returned since being able to create Christmas & Christmas memories & experiences for our little son. Through his eyes I have been able to get more of that feeling back. I remember when he was just little (14 months), I had been telling him about Jesus’ birth & tales of Santa. I wasn’t sure if he understood any of what I was saying until Christmas morning….when he awoke at 5:00 yelling “santa”!!!!! from his crib.
At least the Santa part stuck. The Jesus birth part could come later.
Recently, as in, in the past week, I have had the most festive Christmas experience that I have ever had in my adult life.
My sweetheart husband surprised me on an anniversary trip to salt lake city where we saw the incredible (famous & worth seeing) lights on Temple Square. Through the month of December, endless choirs (including the famous Mormon tabernacle choir) sings for those coming to enjoy the lights & Nativity scenes from around the world.
We had checked our choirs schedules & enjoyed much of what was offered. We felt warm fuzzies.
I decided to take one last glance at the tour schedule to see if there was anything that I may have missed. My eyes saw the listing for “children’s choir”. I had a lump in my throat & knew that THAT was the choir that I wanted to see. I insisted that Adam cancel our fancy dinner plans that evening so that we could cram into the Assembly hall and watch some kids sing. He did it willingly, he knows how much I love children & how much they touch my heart (id love 6 kids!!!).
We arrived a little bit late, and found our seats at the back. I was not content with this. In between each song, upon my insistance we hopped up a few rows at a time to some empty spaces…until we were right near the front.
That was when I saw him.
A little freckle faced 5 year old boy with a rooster tail. and big teeth.
You know those big teeth that all kids get at around age 7? Well this little man already had them. Perhaps he was closer to age 7, instead of 5, but if so, he was remarkably smaller then those around him.
This little guy had an outdated haircut, and as previously mentioned, a rooster tail.
He actually reminded me of a picture of my husband around that same age.
He was cute as pie, but that was not why he caught my eye.
From the moment he opened his mouth to sing, the absolute love & sincerity that flowed from his mouth created an instant lump in my throat.
While kids around him were yawning & picking out the dirt from under their fingernails, he sang as though his life depended on it. With each “fa la la la la.” his smile never left. His expression changed with the words he sang. Deep reverence & seriousness when speaking of his savior’s sacrifice, absolute rejoicing and joy as he sang about the joy of the saviors birth, and full playfulness and childlike joy upon singing “jingle bells”.
As I watched him, and his sincerity, tears rolled down my cheeks. For there, THERE on that stage, in the body of that little boy with a rooster tail was the spirit of Christmas. Unrestrained.
I don’t think for the entire 30 min performance that I looked at another child. I was mesmerized with this little child & his sincere heart. I imagined a world where we all had his gentle, kind, sincere spirit. That little freckly boy is the answer to “peace on earth”.
Words cannot express how much that young singer did for me. My entire soul became tender mush, and my soul was filled.
Filled with Christmas spirit & love for all mankind.
I learned such a valuable lesson that evening, one that I will not be forgetting for a very, very long time. I was the student at the hands of a small, big toothed, freckle-faced, rooster tailed darling, darling little boy.