WHY CHRISTMAS IS SO NICE
A family who lived in our ward when we first moved to Salem had a boy-their youngest-about the age of our oldest. He may have been a year or two older, but I thought he was close to our oldest child's age. He suffered an accidental death. But he had written this really cool story before-hand and his dad, who had been our home teacher for a while shared it with us. I love the story. Maybe you will appreciate it too: WHY CHRISTMAS IS SO NICE Once upon a time in the days before anything much was organized, and when people were all pretty much alike and had not yet learned to be doctors or politicians or secretaries or movie stars or optometrists, there were never any holidays, because everyone was too busy. What they were busy doing was...TAKING STUFF! They spent all of their time either taking stuff, or trying to take stuff, or planning to take stuff from each other. Or fixing the walls and fences and barbed-wire in their section of the village so no one could take stuff from th...