Chapter 7: The Reason for It All
I blinked while looking at the Savior, and when my eyes opened I was back lying on the floor next to Dad’s chair in our living room.
I was back home in the little gray house!
The lights on the tree were still shining and twinkling. Mama and Brother were still there too, and the Christmas carols were still playing softly on the radio.
Dad closed his Bible and said, “And that’s the Christmas story. That’s the real meaning of Christmas.”
So it had all been just a dream. But it had seemed so real!
I must have been listening to Dad read the Christmas story while I was sleeping and it made me have the strange dream. But maybe it wasn’t just a dream after all.
Maybe it was the Creator’s way of showing me what Christmas was really all about.
I had thought Christmas was all about the tree, and decorations, and presents. I thought it was these things that made Christmas the happiest time of the year.
But the angel of the Lord had said “peace on earth” and “good will toward men.” God had sent the Christ Child on that Holy night, a Savior to save the people from their sins.
That’s what makes people happy. That is the real Spirit and meaning of Christmas.
Everything else is nice, but without Christ the Lord, they really have no meaning at all.
It’s really not hard to understand.
Not even for a little black dog who grunts like a pig.