Thru the years I have been in and seen a lot of Christmas programs.
I have dressed as a wise man (there wasn’t a lot of boys in my church), sang in the choir, and was in many Christmas plays.
Good memories really. But one of my favorites is of my oldest niece. I’d say she was around 3 and my dad had been practicing with her for weeks on her line. She was to hold a candle and say my candle shines for truth.
When the big day arrived this is what happened…
She stared crying and my father picked her up, leaned down and said “her candle shines for truth!” That is me on the left taking the picture. She was dressed so pretty but she never has liked the spot light.
She is now a beautiful young woman that knows what she wants to do with her life and I couldn’t be more proud of her.
A memory that I will always cherish!
I was at my fathers today and we were discussing Christmas past.
Dad worked 2nd shift most of my childhood. He came home one night and kids where trying to steal the lights off the bushes. They had strung the lights across the street. Dad ran over his own Christmas lights. He was mad. The kids got away but dad never put lights near the street again.
Another memory….For as long as I can remember my father decorated the outside of the house. It started out as just lights on the bushes outside, with Santa sitting on the porch.
Then as we all got older the display grew….
The joke on the street was my father had stock in Dayton Power and Light.
As I got older I learned to appreciate all the work my dad put into putting this display together.
There are stories where someone tried to steal baby Jesus out of the stable. They were surprised by the fact that he was tied down, binge corded and zip tied into the manger. They did get his blanket but that’s all…(it’s ok to laugh, we do!)
What an awesome memory to have!