Sacrament Meeting talk on Christmas Eve
MERRY CHRISTMAS! Growing up as a boy our family moved quite often. Raising ten children made it difficult for my parents to buy a home. By the time I was 14 we had lived in 8 different houses, all within the small town of Middleton, just a short distance from here. As I look back on those years, it’s like a journal I never kept. I can tie most memories of my childhood to a particular house, and therefore a particular time. This is true of my childhood Christmas memories. The Christmas etched most in my mind is when I was 11 years old. I think it’s because I began to understand and appreciate to a greater degree the love and kindness behind the gifts I received. I don’t know how, but this particular Christmas, I had persuaded my mother to let me be her little Christmas wrapping helper. This entailed staying up late in the night wrapping the family presents after everyone else was sound asleep, and before Santa came later in the night. It was that year that ...