This isn't fiction, but I was asked to write a paragraph or two on the Hope of the Holiday Season and Christmas and what it means to me by the minister at my church. It's due this Thursday and I was hoping to get some quick opinions before I turn it in.
Please let me know...complete honesty...what you think.
HOPE OF THE HOLIDAY SEASON
When I think of hope at Christmastime, I remember the happy years of childhood; sleeplessly anticipating seeing the tree and all the brightly-colored packages for the first time. We'd open the gifts one at a time and display the contents for everyone else, then spend the rest of the day playing with the toys.
Now, I've grown to believe that we've already received the best gift we could ever ask for. God sent his Son, whose birthday we celebrate on Christmas Day, to bring hope into the world. I know that hope still exists today, especially when I see the excitement on my niece's and nephew's faces on Christmas morning.
That's it. Is it too short? Too preachy? Not preachy enough? Please let me know your thoughts.
Thanx!
