Christmas Through the Eyes of a Child

Written by Sister Jill Kovacic on Wednesday, December 17, 2014. Posted in Devotional

Christmas Through the Eyes of a Child

Amid the many celebrations on Christmas Eve, in various places by different people, there is one thing that remains constant: love.

Dr. Clement C. Moore never expected to be a famous writer. Even if he did dream of earning fame for his pen, he probably thought it would be because of his Hebrew dictionary.

Dr. Moore had a wife and children and liked writing poetry for them, even more than he liked writing his Hebrew dictionary. He actually wrote a whole book of poems for them.

One year, not having much money to give presents to his children, he wrote them a poem now known as "'Twas the Night Before Christmas." They read it right after they hung up their stockings on one of the big fireplaces in their family home.

Yes, this poem is about a jolly old man giving away presents to good little boys and girls, but it is also about a man who loved his children so much he gave all that he had: his gift for writing but mostly his love.

John 3:16 "For God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life."

1 Nephi 11:22 "Yea, it is the love of God, which sheddeth itself abroad in the hearts of the children of men; wherefore, it is the most desirable above all things."

Matthew 6:21, "For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also."

Here is an original poem of my own.

Christmas 2010

"When I was a child, I spake as a child; I understood as a child; I thought as a child: but when I became a man (or woman) I put away childish things." – 1 Corinthians 13:11

Thru the eyes of a child Christmas is magic.
All the lights and sounds of the holiday,
The smells of baking and family and friends;
With the tree all sparkly and glittery, full of color.
Christmas in the eyes of a child is magical ...

Now that I'm grown, Christmas means so much more;
Of course there are still the smells of baking and cooking,
Visits from family and friends, Christmas music everywhere you go.
As I decorate the tree, I realize that every ornament represents my life.
There are decorations from my youth thru my older years;
I laugh as I hang some and cry over others.
There are ornaments from our children and ornaments from our travels.

But the greatest ornament isn't hanging on the tree.
It is in the love God gave us in the eyes of a child born on Christmas.

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  • Teri-Lyn Tunno

    Teri-Lyn Tunno

    18 December 2014 at 18:20 |
    Very special blog! Thank you for sharing that story and your beautiful poem. I do not remember hearing that story before and thought it was truly beautiful. Your poem was very precious as well. God bless you much!!

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