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This is a post I did on MySpace on Dec. 26th, 2005 that I really liked and wanted to share with my blog readers.

What is the meaning of Christmas?

Ok, ok, hold it. I already know what you’re thinking. What is she doing? Is she gonna start speaking philosophically? Is she been into the eggnog?

No and no. I am not gonna use my blog to impart to you the definition of Christmas, neither am I gonna preach to you like a saint, but I merely wanted you to think about this question yourself and then read what I am about to say.

As I was going by the guest bedroom to turn off the tv that my neice had fallen asleep watching, my hand was stopped as I reached for the power button. A little boy was on the TV, about 3 or 4, and as I love children, I was interested to see what was going on. This little boy was picking up toys and putting them in this medium sized box and this man proceeded to ask him, “What are you doing?”

The little boy said, “I am giving all my toys to kids who won’t get toys for Christmas.” At this utterance, I froze, my heart stopped for a beat and I almost felt a tear clutch my heart and climb up through me and trickle from my eye. I kept watching, transfixed, and the TV seemed dreamlike, ethereal, like something almost unreal. The man continued to ask the boy ,” Why are you giving all your toys away?” The boy, not missing a beat, continuing to put his toys in one by one, for a minute glanced up and I was looking right into his eyes. In fact, it felt as if I was not only looking into them, but I was right there next to him. The little boy answered, “Because they don’t have toys. It’s the right thing to do for Christmas. ” He then went back to work filling the box with all his toys and the picture faded out. I came out of my trance and turned the power off.

I fought back burning coals of tears and I thought about what I had just seen. I tell myself all the time, I don’t care about money, I don’t care about gifts, but would I be willing to give up even half of my possessions when this little boy was giving all his toys? which to a kid, is like giving away a car? I feel selfish and undeserving of all that I have, and I know soon I will probably get over this and go back to my old life, let’s face it, we all do, but for a moment, when I watched that little boy give up his toys….I smile now with tears and say………..I now know the true meaning of Christmas.

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