Christmas Through A Child's Eye's

 

 

A Child’s View of Christmas
 

I am not sure how I have become a repository for items written by my dear Aunt Jeanne (Veglia) Kobrick, but on a visit to Aunt Joan's and Uncle Tony's on Memorial Day in Hazleton, I found this piece that was published in "The Voice of the Valley" in December, 1971. Titled "A Child's View of Christmas," it seems more like a child's view of grown-ups.

If you were a child, are a child, or have a child you might be interested in this article. Otherwise, ignore it.

At this particular time of year, our thoughts are focused on a very special child, the Christ Child. It seems hard to believe the Jesus Christ – the now celebrated Superstar – was once a pre-schooler.

The Implications are that every individual has an adult inside of him, and every individual was once younger than he is now and thus carries a boy or girl inside of him.

As I step out of the sphere of grown up thinking and become a child once again – here’s how I see Christmas. Everything has been transformed like magic. As I look around me all those fairy tales you have read to me are really true. Ogres do become princes and wicked witches are like fairy godmothers.

It makes me so much happier because people are so much more patient, understanding and loving. Funny thing, happy grown-ups inspire happy children and vice-versa. Your generosity overwhelms me. I can’t imagine where you dug up all that money to buy me those presents. You always told me, “Money doesn’t grow on trees.” As long as they are sincere tokens of love, rather than just gifts is what is really important to me. It’s funny but I usually have as much fun with the box as the gift, so the price is not terribly important.

I hope you will enjoy Christmas with me. Take time out from your busy schedule and your social whirl so you won’t be too tired to play with me. It’s fun to be a child, enjoy me. If you do decide to play with me, let me try on my own, rather than do everything for me. I may seem awkward and can’t compete with you, but it’s only because I am lacking in experience. Especially at this time of year when everyone makes a special effort to be loving, can I be myself.

At least once a year, don’t compare me with the kid next door or my oldest brother. Talk to me and tell me how Christmas was when you were a child. Even though I am only three, I want to share my experiences with you. If you wait until I am 16, I won’t know how to talk to you. I feel happy because you love me and my only wish is that you would keep Christmas in your heart – perhaps, then you would understand the spirit of a child.