picturecourtsey of deseretbook.comAt relief society (a church meeting) today we talked about the reason for the season and getting back to the meaning of Christmas. I really enjoyed this lesson and felt the spirit so strongly. After church today and also hearing a few days ago of the death of a man in a Walmart that was trampled to death by shoppers on 'Black Friday', I wished we could all just get back to what the season is really all about, the Savior, Jesus Christ. How sad for that family, when this is supposed be the best time of year. How sad it is that people had to wait all night and then act rudely and violently to get a material gift. What would have Jesus thought about all those shoppers? The season is about service, sharing, giving and caring. I want to post this poem that was read at church.
The Stranger
At Christmas time there was a man who looked so out of place,
as people who rushed about him at a hurried sort of pace.
He stared at all the Christmas lights, the tinsel everywhere,
The shopping centre, Santa Claus, with children gathered near.
The Mall was packed with shoppers who were going to and fro,
Some with smiles and some with frowns and some too tired to go.
They rested on the benches or they hurried on their way,
to fight the crowd for purchases to carry home that day.
The music from a stereo was playing loud and clear of Santa Claus,
and snow men, and a funny-nosed reindeer.
He heard the people talk about the good times on the way,
Of parties, fun, and food galore, and gitfs exchanged that day.
"I'd like to know what's going on," the man was heard to say,
"There seems to be some sort of celebration on the way.
"And would you tell me who this is, all dressed in red and white?
And why are children asking him about a special night"?
The answer came in disbelief, "I can't believe my ear!
I can't believe you do not know that Christmas time is here,
The time when Santa comes around with gifts for girls and boys,
When they're asleep on Christmas, he leaves them books and toys".
"The man you see in red and white is Santa Claus, so sly,
The children love his joyful laugh and twinkle in his eye.
"His gift packed sleigh is pulled along by very small reindeer,
As he flies quickly through the air, while darting here and there.
"The children learn of Santa while they are still quite small.
When Christmas comes, he is the most important one of all."
The stranger hung his head in shame, he closed a nail-pierced hand.
His body shook in disbelief; he did not understand.
A shadow crossed his stricken face, his voice was low but clear,
"After all these year, they still don't know."
And Jesus shed a tear.
- Author Unknown