Just a week before Christmas, I had a visitor. This is how it happened. I had just finished the household chores for the night and was preparing to go to bed when I heard a noise in the front of the house. I opened the door of the front room, and to my surprise, Santa Claus himself stepped out from behind the Christmas Tree. He placed his fingers over his mouth so I would not cry out.
“What are you doing…” I started to ask but the words choked in my throat as I saw he had tears in his eyes. His usual jolly manner was gone-gone was the eager, boisterous soul we all know.
“He then answered me with a simple statement of “teach the children.” I was puzzled. What did it mean? He anticipated my question and with one quick movement brought forth a miniature toy boy from behind the tree. As I stood there bewildered, Santa said again, “teach the children.” “Teach them the old meaning of Christmas-the meaning long forgotten.”
I started to say, “How can I…” When Santa reached into the toy bag and pulled out a brilliant shiny star.
“Teach the children the star was the heavenly sign of promise long ages ago. God promised a savior for the world and the star was a sign of the fulfillment of that promise. The countless shining stars at night-one for each man-now show the burning hope of all mankind.” Santa gently laid the star upon the fireplace mantle and drew forth from the bag a glittering red Christmas tree ornament.
“Teach the children red is the first color of christmas. It was first used by the faithful people to remind them of the blood which was shed by the savior for all people. Christ gave his life and shed his blood that every man might have eternal life. Red is deep, intense, vivid-it is the greatest color of all. It is the symbol of the gift of God.”
“Teach the children,” he said as he dislodged a small Christmas Tree from the depths of the toy bag. He placed it before the mantle and gently hung the red ornament on it. The deep green of the fir tree was a perfect background for the ornament. Here was the second color of Christmas.
“The pure green color of the stately fir tree remains green all year round,” he said. “This depicts the everlasting hope of mankind. Green is the youthful, hopeful, abundant color of nature. All the needles point heavenward-symbols of man’s returning thoughts toward heaven. The great green tree has been man’s friend. It has sheltered him, warmed him and made beauty for him.”
Suddenly I heard a soft tinkling sound.
“Teach the children that as the lost sheep are found by the sound of the bell, it should ring for man to return to the fold-it means guidance and return, it further signifies that all are precious in the eyes of the Lord.”
As the soft sound of the bell faded into the night, Santa drew forth a candle. He placed it on the mantle and the soft light from its tiny flame cast a glow about the darkened room. Odd shapes and shadows slowly danced and weaved upon the walls.
“Teach the children” Whispered Santa, “that the candle shows man’s thanks for the star of long ago. Its small light is the mirror of starlight. At first candles were placed on the green trees-they were like many glowing stars shining against the dark green. The colored lights have now taken over in remembrance.”
Santa turned the small Christmas tree lights on and picked up a gift from under the tree. He pointed to the large bow and said, “A bow is placed on a present to remind us of the spirit of the brotherhood of man. We should remember that the bow is tied as Christ meant we should be tied, all of us together, with the bonds of good will toward each other. Good will forever is the message of the bow.”
Santa slung his bag over his shoulder and began to reach for the candy cane placed high on the tree. He unfastened it and reached out toward me with it.
“Teach the children that the candy cane represents the shepherd’s crook. The crook on the staff helps bring back the strayed sheep to the flock. The candy cane represents the helping hand we should show at Christmas time. The candy cane is the symbol that we are our brothers’ keepers.”
As Santa looked about the room a feeling of satisfaction shone on his face. He read wonderment in my eyes, and I am sure he sensed admiration for this night.
He reached into his bag and brought forth a large holly wreath. He placed it on the door and said, “Please teach the children the wreath symbolizes the eternal nature of love; it never ceases, stops or ends. It is one continuous round of affection. The wreath does double duty. It is made of many things and in many colors. It should remind us of all the things of christmas. Please teach the children.”
I pondered and wondered and thrilled at all those symbols. To give, to help, to love and to serve. And Santa, he’s the sign of giving, that jolly old elf, and yes, I shall teach the children.