Posted by: Phil Anderson | December 22, 2013

The Best Part of Christmas

The Best Part of Christmas

by Philip J. Anderson

Timothy walked quietly down the stairway in his pajamas. The house was dark except for the colorful glow from the living room where the Christmas tree was still lit. He stepped into the room.

There was a man in a red suit standing by the fireplace. He had a long, white beard and was mumbling to himself as he placed presents under the tree. He looked up and saw Timothy in the doorway.

“Merry Christmas, Timmy,” he laughed. His voice was deep and rumbly, but in a cheerful way. “What are you doing out of bed?”

“I heard a noise,” Timothy said, “and I thought it might be you.”

“Well, you’d better hurry back upstairs,” said the man in the red suit. “If you see all your presents now, it will ruin the surprise, and that’s the best part of Christmas.”

“That’s not the best part,” said Timothy.

“Really? What is your favorite thing about Christmas? Candy canes and cookies? Lots of new toys?”

“No,” said Timothy thoughtfully. “The best thing about Christmas is that Jesus was born.”

The man in the red suit was surprised. “You think that’s better than opening presents on Christmas morning?”

“It’s the best thing of all,” Timothy replied. “Jesus came and took the punishment we should’ve gotten, so when we die we can go to live with God in heaven, even though we don’t deserve it. That’s what makes Christmas so special.”

The man in the red suit was quiet for a minute. “That is pretty special,” he agreed. “But I’ve done a lot of wrong things in my life.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Timothy said. “God will forgive you, because of Jesus.”

“All I have to do is pray?” the man asked.

Timothy nodded. “Do you want me to pray with you?” he asked.

“I think I do,” the man said.

Timothy and the man in the red suit knelt down by the fireplace and prayed. When they were finished, the man thanked Timothy and sent him back to bed. Then he sat down on the sofa to think.

“Merry Christmas,” said a voice behind him. It was Timothy’s mother. She was smiling and crying at the same time.

The man in the red suit stood up, took off his beard, and hugged his wife.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “All these years you’ve been trying to tell me about God’s gift, and I didn’t listen. It took our son Timmy to show me how special a gift it is.”

She looked at him and smiled. “It’s the best Christmas present ever.”

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