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Christmas @ warp speed

Christmas @ warp speed, originally uploaded by K. Starr.


you don’t have to see or live at this speed…as the old old phrase goes, “stop and smell the roses.”

the world is so full of opportunities to enjoy what GOD has given us to see every day.

Enjoy it all…but at the right pace…where giving thanks can be your most natural response to the One who created it all…just for you.

…and enjoy the photo too.

Merry Christmas to you.

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For several years, Author Candy Chand’s true story of a holiday miracle, titled Christmas
Love, has widely traveled the internet. Now, for the first holiday season, it is available as
a single-story, hardback gift book with lovely illustrations. Her story is printed below.

If you’d like a copy of the new gift book, you can order it at stores nationwide, or by
clicking on this link to Amazon:

Christmas Love

by Candy Chand

Each December, I vowed to make Christmas a calm and peaceful experience. But
once again, despite my plans, chaos prevailed. I had cut back on nonessential
obligations– extensive card writing, endless baking, decorating, and yes, even the
all American pastime, overspending. Yet, still, I found myself exhausted, unable to
appreciate the precious family moments, and, of course, the true meaning of Christmas.

My son, Nicholas, was in kindergarten that year. It was an exciting season for a
six year old filled with hopes, dreams and laughter. For weeks, he’d been memorizing
songs for his school’s “Winter Pageant.” I didn’t have the heart to tell him I’d be
working the night of the production.

Unwilling to miss his shining moment, I spoke with his teacher. She assured me
there’d be a dress rehearsal the morning of the presentation. All parents unable to
attend that evening were welcome to come then. Fortunately, Nicholas seemed
happy with the compromise.

So, just as I promised, on the morning of the dress rehearsal, I filed in 10 minutes
early, found a spot on the cafeteria floor and sat down. Around the room, I saw
several other parents quietly scampering to their seats. As I waited, the students
were led into the room. Each class, accompanied by their teacher, sat cross-legged
on the floor. Then, each group, one by one, rose to perform their song.

Because the public school system had long stopped referring to the holiday as
“Christmas,” I didn’t expect anything other than fun, commercial entertainment — songs
of reindeer, Santa Claus, snowflakes and good cheer. The melodies were fun, cute and
lighthearted, but nowhere to be found was even the hint of an innocent babe, a manger,
or Christ’s sacred gift of hope and joy. So, when my son’s class rose to sing, “Christmas
Love”, I was slightly taken aback by its bold title.

Nicholas was aglow, as were all of his classmates, adorned in fuzzy mittens, red
sweaters and bright snowcaps upon their heads. Those in the front row — center
stage — held up large letters, one by one, to spell out the title of the song. As the
class would sing “C is for Christmas,” a child would hold up the letter C. Then, “H
is for Happy,” and on and on, until each child holding up his portion had presented
the complete message, “Christmas Love.”

The performance was going smoothly, until suddenly, we noticed her — a small,
quiet girl in the front row who was holding the letter “M” upside down. She was
entirely unaware, that reversed, her letter “M” appeared as a “W.” Fidgeting from
side to side, she soon moved entirely away from her mark.

The audience of 1st through 6th graders snickered at the little one’s mistake.
But in her innocence, she had no idea they were laughing at her as she stood
tall, proudly holding her “W”.

One can only imagine the difficulty in calming an audience of young, giggling
students. Although many teachers tried to shush the children, the laughter
continued until the last letter was raised, and we all saw it together. A hush
came over the audience and eyes began to widen.

In that instant, we understood — the reason we were there, why we celebrated
the holiday in the first place, why even in the chaos there was a purpose for our
festivities. For when the last letter was held high, the message read loud and clear:

And, I believe, He still is.

Candy Chand

Candy is an author living in Rancho Murieta, California.  The story,
Christmas Love, is true. You can email Candy at