Thursday, December 20, 2012

How I Learned Christmas

    When we remember our Savior at Christmas time the Christmas holiday takes a different meaning. Our minds seem to absorb ever minute. I learned what Christmas was about on Christmas Day 2001. We had just woken up and got done opening presents when my Dad asked us to go get our winter clothing on. He told us that we were going to go out and split some wood for someone who doesn't have any wood that she could burn. Earlier that week my Dad and I had gone over to my Grandma's shed and worked on getting a wood splitter back in operation. I figured that we wouldn't go until later in the week but my Dad decide to do it on Christmas Day. Like most children, I wasn't as excited to go. I wanted to now use the presents that had been given to me but eventually we set off in our purple van.
     We got to the house and went to work. We worked a good amount of time especially for a 10 year old boy. My Dad worked the hydraulics that would split the word while my brothers and I would bring the wood to the splitter and then carry the split wood away. I know I needed a coat on that day but I don't remember the cold. I remembered I dropped wood on my feet but I don't remember the pain. What I do remember is that I felt good. I felt that what we did was something more valuable than staying at home and watching Shrek. I will forever be grateful for my Dad teaching me in an unknown way the true meaning of Christmas.

"And behold, I tell you these things that ye may learn wisdom; that ye may learn that when ye are in the service of your fellow beings ye are only in the service of your God." Mosiah 2:17