God is gracious to you always. When you cry out,
God hears and God answers you.
While finalizing our online Christmas shopping, I wondered about our grandchildren’s expectations of Santa Claus. Our older granddaughters have become Santa’s elves for their younger sister who awaits Santa’s arrival. Our older grandson works on his wish-list while his little brother frequently announces, “Santa Claus coming!” The younger kids seem to accept Santa’s and their own absence from the mall because it will keep all concerned safe and healthy for Christmas. This Santa talk took me back a few years to one student’s important visit with Santa…
My third graders and I anxiously awaited Christmas. The topic found its way into most of our lessons. In the midst of one discussion, Ronnie announced that he was going to prove to his sixth grade brother that Santa Claus is real. Ronnie planned to keep what he wanted for Christmas a secret from everyone except Santa. When Ronnie saw Santa during his family’s annual day-after-Thanksgiving trek to the mall, he whispered into Santa’s ear so his gifts remained a secret. I’d hoped to catch Ronnie’s brother in the hallway to let him in on Ronnie’s plan. Unfortunately, I’d forgotten. A few days after Christmas, I wondered if Ronnie’s experiment ended well.
Happily, Ronnie returned to school in January with a bigger-than-ever smile. Not long afterward, his mom shared that her older son had discovered Ronnie’s plan. The entire family paid close enough attention to Ronnie to eventually discover his Christmas wishes. Their efforts allowed Ronnie’s hope in Santa Claus to remain for another year.
This year, my hope is that Christmas renews all of our hope, not so much in Santa’s efforts as in God’s. May we all place our wish-lists in the hands of God who has only our best interests at heart. May we also imitate the children around us who will do their best to be their best until Christmas Day. Maybe we adults can behave a little longer, perhaps until this pandemic is under control.
Loving God, you are our hope. We’ll try to behave while you persist in caring for us.
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