When you think of Christmas, what do you think of?  The traffic at the mall?  How much in debt you will be in following year?  Will so & so like this gift or that one?  How are you ever going to manage to get to all of the parties that you have been invited to?

     There is so much to think of at this time of the year.  But take a moment and read the following story.   Then try to remember the very special reason for Christmas, and keep it in your heart all year around.


     In 1994, two Americans answered an invitation from the Russian Department of Education to teach morals and ethics (based on biblical principles) in the public schools.  They were invited to teach at prisons, businesses, the fire and police departments and a large orphanage.   About 100 boys and girls who had been abandoned, abused, and left in the care of a government-run program were in the orphanage. They relate the following story in their own words: 

     It was nearing the holiday season, 1994, time for our orphans to hear, for the first time, the traditional story of Christmas.  We told them about Mary and Joseph arriving in Bethlehem.   Finding no room in the inn, the couple went to a stable, where the baby Jesus was born and placed in a manger.  Throughout the story, the children and orphanage staff sat in amazement as they listened.  Some sat on the edges of their stools, trying to grasp every word. 

     Completing the story, we gave the children three small pieces of cardboard to make a crude manger.   Each child was given a small paper square, cut from yellow napkins I had brought with me.  No colored paper  was available in the city.  Following instructions, the children tore the paper and carefully laid strips in the manger for straw.  Small squares of flannel, cut from a worn-out nightgown an American lady was throwing away as she left Russia, were used for the baby's blanket. A doll-like baby was cut from tan felt we had brought from the United States. 

     The orphans were busy assembling their manger as I walked among them to see if they needed any help. All went well until I got to one table where little Misha sat.  He looked to be about 6 years old and had finished his project. 

     As I looked at the little boy's manger, I was startled to see not one, but two babies in the manger.   Quickly, I called for the translator to ask the lad why there were two babies in the manger.  Crossing his arms in front of him and looking at this completed manger scene, the child began to repeat the story very seriously.  For such a young boy, who had only heard the Christmas story once, he related the happenings accurately-until he came to the part where Mary put the baby Jesus in the manger.  Then Misha started to ad-lib. 

     He made up his own ending to the story as he said, "And when Maria laid the baby in the manger, Jesus looked at me and asked me if I had a place to stay.  I told him I have no mamma and I have no papa, so I don't have any place to stay.  Then Jesus told me I could stay with him.  But I told him I couldn't, because I didn't have a gift to give him like everybody else did.  But I wanted to stay with Jesus so much, so I thought about what I had that maybe I could use for a gift.  I thought maybe if I kept him warm, that would be a good gift.  So I asked Jesus, "If I keep you warm, will that be a good enough gift?" And Jesus told me, "If you keep me warm, that will be the best gift Anybody ever gave me."  So I got into the manger, and then Jesus looked at me and he told me I could stay with him---for always."

     As little Misha finished his story, his eyes brimmed full of tears that splashed down his little cheeks.   Putting his hand over his face, his head dropped to the table and his shoulders shook as he sobbed and sobbed.  The little orphan had found someone who would never abandon  nor abuse him, someone who would stay with him - FOR ALWAYS.


The author of this story is unknown to me.   Thanks to the author and my Uncle for emailing this wonderful story to me.


I dedicate this page to my grandfather David Morsey, who knew the true meaning of Christmas.  We love and miss you Papa.



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