My wife Ellen and I decided to try something a little bit different this year to help teach the kids the proper spirit of Christmas. We decided that we would have a family meeting with our boys, Conor, age 9, and Emmett, age 5, and we would tell them about a bunch of wonderful charities and have a "draft" of which charities we were going to send our money to. We wanted to teach our kids the importance of giving to needy charities.
Our grand plan got off to a very rough start. When Ellen started to explain our plan to Emmett about our meeting, Emmett immediately blurted out "I don't want to give away any of my toys!" Good grief, Charlie Brown.
Lucy Van Pelt: I know how you feel about all this Christmas business, getting depressed and all that. It happens to me every year. I never get what I really want. I always get a lot of stupid toys or a bicycle or clothes or something like that.
Charlie Brown: What is it you want?
Lucy Van Pelt: Real estate.
When we actually sat down for our family meeting, the boys were very excited. We discussed about 15 different charities, explained what they do, and asked the boys if they had any questions about them. We then had our draft where each one went around and got to pick a charity to which we would make a donation. Unbeknownst to the boys, we had already given to most of these charities anyway. When we asked Conor what charity he wanted to donate to first, he responded "That's easy- the Special Olympics. My friend Addie brought her medal in to class to show us. I know what great things they do." Just a brief explanation. Addie is a sweet, joyous young girl who was in Conor's first grade class. She has Down syndrome and it was heartwarming to watch how Conor's first grade classmates embraced her three years ago. I've got to admit, Conor's words really got to me. If you looked close enough, you might have noticed Conor's old man getting a bit choked up.
He puzzled and puzzled till his puzzler was sore.
Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn't before!
Maybe Christmas, he thought, doesn't come from a store.
Maybe Christmas... perhaps... means a little bit more!
Next came Emmett.
And what happened then? Well, in Whoville they say
that the Grinch's small heart grew three sizes that day.
And then - the true meaning of Christmas came through,
and the Grinch found the strength of 10 Grinches, plus two!
Emmett stated, "I want to give to the place for girls with no homes. Everyone should have a home." Emmett was referring to the Jackson-Field Home for Girls, a local residential facility for at-risk adolescent females. Ellen and I looked at each other and smiled. Next, both boys said, "Let's give to Mary Kate's orphanage." Cousin Mary Kate Battle, a 2010 Notre Dame graduate, is a young woman who "walks the walk." She is spending the next 2 years working at the Farm of the Child Orphanage in Honduras
Our plan was a big hit and, as is often the case, the kids were the ones who showed the grown-ups the true meaning of Christmas.
Welcome, Christmas, bring your cheer. Cheer to all Whos far and near.
Christmas Day is in our grasp so long as we have hands to clasp.
Christmas Day will always be just as long as we have we.
Welcome Christmas while we stand, heart to heart and hand in hand.