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Post by Nicole on Nov 11, 2005 8:01:57 GMT -5
Sitting in the old Ford he drove I looked over at him. It was november. There was not much snow on the ground. It melted after the first two light batches of snow came down that year. Nearing Christmas soon Dad was sure that it was important he tell his kids about his values. He looked over at me. I was about 10 years old. This would be one of the last times I'd see my father for the next ten years. "Christmas isn't about presents Nicky." I rolled my eyes and looked out the window. Watching the large masses of cornfields whisk past the car. His voice raised a little louder and demanded my attention. "Want to know what its about?" He said aloud.
I wanted to retort "No." but I didn't. Instead (because I didn't have a choice) I said,"Sure" "Christmas is not about gifts. Its not about giving or recieving. Its not about who you see on Christmas. It is about God. It is about Christ. It is about Christ dying on the cross for you and me." Dad went into a 40 minute conversation/speach about this. The only interesting thing I did hear during this speach was "Christmas is not supposed to be prounounced xmas. It is Christmas because it was named after Christ. You don't say happy holiday's because those are greetings for athiests. You say "merry christmas"."
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