--Gordon B. Hinckley
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| The White Stocking |
One of my family's most cherished Christmas traditions is the White Stocking. There are six people in my family, but every
year we hang seven stockings. Six stockings are embroidered with each family member's name and decorated with the traditional
symbols of the modern Christmas culture: Santa, reindeer, elves, and
jingle bells all trimmed in red and green.
But the seventh stocking is not like the others.
It is plain white with white beading as its only embellishment. There is no name embroidered on the cuff, just some strings of hanging beads that lightly knock against each other when we open and close our front door or someone breezes by the mantel in the hustle and bustle of the season.
This White Stocking belongs to Jesus.
Every year on Christmas Eve the six of us gather together to read the Nativity story (Luke 2) and fill Jesus' stocking with gifts we think He would like most. We never put anything tangible in the stocking, just little slips of paper upon which we write specific goals/promises to make the world a better place by aligning our lives and hearts more diligently with His. The gifts are very personal, so we usually don't share them with each other. We fold the little slips up and address them like a gift, making sure to note the year.
We keep these little folded slips of paper in the stocking even after it has been taken down and stored away until the next year. We love to read our gifts from the last year and ponder on how well we gave the gift. We have several years of slips stored in the stocking and it is really interesting to read them year by year.
Below is the article we read immediately before we filled Jesus' stocking with gifts this year. It was extremely moving. I'm not really a cryer, but I wept three times while I read it aloud to the family. This article will definitely become part of our yearly tradition. It just puts you in the right frame of mind to give gifts to the Savior. Enjoy!
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Three Levels of Christmas
Three Levels of Christmas
William B. Smart
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Christmas is a beautiful time of the year. We love the excitement, the giving spirit, the special awareness of and appreciation for family and friends, the feelings of love and brotherhood that bless our gatherings at Christmastime.
In all of the joyousness it is
well to reflect that Christmas comes at three levels.
Let’s call the first the Santa Claus level. It’s
the level of Christmas trees and holly, of whispered secrets and colorful
packages, of candlelight and rich food and warm open houses. It’s carolers in
the shopping malls, excited children, and weary but loving parents. It’s a
lovely time of special warmth and caring and giving. It’s the level at which we
eat too much and spend too much and do too much – and enjoy every minute of it.
We love the Santa Claus level of Christmas.
But there’s a higher, more
beautiful level. Let’s call it the Silent Night level. It’s the level of all
our glorious Christmas carols, of that beloved, familiar story: “Now in those
days there went out a decree from Caesar Augustus....” It’s the level of the
crowded inn and the silent, holy moment in a dark stable when the Son of Man
came to earth. It’s the shepherds on steep, bare hills near Bethlehem, angels with their glad tidings,
the new star in the East, wise men traveling far in search of the Holy One. How
beautiful and meaningful it is; how infinitely poorer we would be without this
sacred second level of Christmas.
But there’s a higher, more
beautiful level. Let’s call it the Silent Night level. It’s the level of all
our glorious Christmas carols, of that beloved, familiar story: “Now in those
days there went out a decree from Caesar Augustus....” It’s the level of the
crowded inn and the silent, holy moment in a dark stable when the Son of Man
came to earth. It’s the shepherds on steep, bare hills near Bethlehem, angels with their glad tidings,
the new star in the East, wise men traveling far in search of the Holy One. How
beautiful and meaningful it is; how infinitely poorer we would be without this
sacred second level of Christmas.
The trouble is, these two levels
don’t last. They can’t.
The trouble is, these two levels don’t last. They can’t.
Twelve days of Christmas, at the
first level, is about all most of us can stand. It’s too intense, too
extravagant. The tree dies out and needles fall. The candles burn down. The
beautiful wrappings go out with the trash, the carolers are up on the ski
slopes, the toys break, and the biggest day in the stores for the entire year
is exchange day, December 26th. The feast is over and the dieting begins. But
the lonely and the hungry are with us still, perhaps lonelier and hungrier than
before.
Twelve days of Christmas, at the
first level, is about all most of us can stand. It’s too intense, too
extravagant. The tree dies out and needles fall. The candles burn down. The
beautiful wrappings go out with the trash, the carolers are up on the ski
slopes, the toys break, and the biggest day in the stores for the entire year
is exchange day, December 26th. The feast is over and the dieting begins. But
the lonely and the hungry are with us still, perhaps lonelier and hungrier than
before.
Lovely and joyous as the first
level of Christmas is, there will come day, very soon, when Mother will put
away the decorations and vacuum the living room and think, “Thank goodness that is over for another year.”
Lovely and joyous as the first level of Christmas is, there will come day, very soon, when Mother will put away the decorations and vacuum the living room and think, “Thank goodness that is over for another year.”
Even the second level, the level
of the Baby Jesus, can’t last. How many times this season can you sing, “Silent
Night?” The angels and the star, and the shepherd, even the silent, sacred
mystery of the holy night itself, can’t long satisfy humanity’s basic need. The
man who keeps Christ in the manger will, in the end, be disappointed and empty.
No, for Christmas to last all
year long, for it to grow in beauty and meaning and purpose, for it to have the
power to change lives, we must celebrate it at the third level, that of the
adult Christ. It is at this level—not as an infant—that our Savior brings his
gifts of lasting joy, lasting peace, lasting hope. It was the adult Christ who
reached out and touched the untouchable, who loved the unlovable, who so loved
us all that even in his agony on the cross, he prayed forgiveness for his
enemies.
Even the second level, the level
of the Baby Jesus, can’t last. How many times this season can you sing, “Silent
Night?” The angels and the star, and the shepherd, even the silent, sacred
mystery of the holy night itself, can’t long satisfy humanity’s basic need. The
man who keeps Christ in the manger will, in the end, be disappointed and empty.
No, for Christmas to last all
year long, for it to grow in beauty and meaning and purpose, for it to have the
power to change lives, we must celebrate it at the third level, that of the
adult Christ. It is at this level—not as an infant—that our Savior brings his
gifts of lasting joy, lasting peace, lasting hope. It was the adult Christ who
reached out and touched the untouchable, who loved the unlovable, who so loved
us all that even in his agony on the cross, he prayed forgiveness for his
enemies.
This is Christ, creator of
worlds without number, who wept because so many of us lack affection and hate
each other – and then who willingly gave his life for all of us, including
those for whom he wept. This is the Christ, the adult Christ, who gave us the
perfect example, and asked us to follow him.
This is Christ, creator of
worlds without number, who wept because so many of us lack affection and hate
each other – and then who willingly gave his life for all of us, including
those for whom he wept. This is the Christ, the adult Christ, who gave us the
perfect example, and asked us to follow him.
Accepting that invitation is the
way - the only way – that all mankind can celebrate Christmas all year and all
life long.
Accepting that invitation is the way - the only way – that all mankind can celebrate Christmas all year and all life long.
