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Wednesday, December 09, 2015

Christmas Through the Eyes of a Child


DiAnn Mills @DiAnnMills



Christmas makes children out of all of us. Actually, writers are kids who failed to get the memo that it was time to color between the lines. We write and worship during this season with the same enthusiasm as a child.

I remember the Christmas I was three years old. The vivid accounting could not possibly be true—or could it have really happened?

As a lively three-year-old, I often woke during the night for a drink of orange juice. My parents soon learned to keep a small glass in the refrigerator. 


On Christmas Eve, I woke to make the trek to the refrigerator for my OJ. The lights from the tree lit a pathway across the living room to the kitchen causing the darkness not to be so ominous. I remembered Santa was coming and quickly drank my juice then set the empty glass back inside the fridge.

On the way to my snug and warm bed, I passed by the Christmas tree. Oh, how I loved the twinkling lights, mesmerized by their quiet beauty. Still do. They remind me of the star that guided the wise men to the baby Jesus. I paused in front of a large window to gaze up at the starlit sky. To my amazement, Santa in his red and gold sleigh led by eight reindeer flew high above me. 


My little heart pounded, and I raced back to bed for fear Santa would stop at my house and find me awake. The next morning, I scrambled from my bed to make sure he’d brought my toys. To my joy, the toys I’d dreamed about were under the tree.
A child’s imagination for a future writer? Or a magical happening to a wee child?

This Christmas explore the season filled with wonder. Take time to journal what this special day means to you. Perhaps it will be a birth of renewed commitment to God and the special gift of writing that He’s given you.

 
Do you have a Christmas story that is dear to you? Would you share it with us?

DiAnn Mills is a bestselling author who believes her readers should expect an adventure. She combines unforgettable characters with unpredictable plots to create action-packed, suspense-filled novels.

Her titles have appeared on the CBA and ECPA bestseller lists; won two Christy Awards; and been finalists for the RITA, Daphne Du Maurier, Inspirational Readers’ Choice, and Carol award contests. Library Journal presented her with a Best Books 2014: Genre Fiction award in the Christian Fiction category for Firewall.

DiAnn is a founding board member of the American Christian Fiction Writers; active in Romance Writers of America’s Faith, Hope, & Love chapter; a member of Advanced Writers and Speakers Association, and International Thriller Writers. She speaks to various groups and teaches writing workshops around the country. She and her husband live in sunny Houston, Texas.

DiAnn is very active online and would love to connect with readers on any of the social media platforms listed at www.diannmills.com.





5 comments:

Ane Mulligan said...

Mine isn't a Christmas one but an Easter one. When I was around three, Easter baskets were left on the front lawn by the "easter bunny". I still have a vivid "memory" of seeing the Easter bunny leave our baskets and eating the carrots left for it. A dream? Most likely, but it was one of those extremely vivid ones that feel so real. Especially to a wee child.

Fun post, DiAnn!

Kimberly said...

You are the first person besides myself that I know of that has "seen" Santa and his sleigh in the sky. :) I was also young and my imagination was helped along by my grandmother who was rattling paper in the other room, then someone rang jingle bells. I ran out of the guest room and one of the adults told me to hurry and look out the window. Yes, I "saw" Santa and his reindeer flying overhead. I can still see it in my minds eye. I guess we writers have been gifted with strong imaginations even at very young ages. :)

Ane Mulligan said...

The more I think on this, I realize I "heard" him land on the roof one Christmas, hoof beats, sleigh bells, and all. That's the reason I had Hubs get on the neighbor's roof late one Christmas Eve. Their eldest son was 10 and starting to disbelieve. We wanted to give him one more Christmas of believing in Santa. :)

DiAnn said...

Oh Ane, I do think God gives a child dreams. And your is a beautiful one!

DiAnn said...

Kimberly, I love telling "our" stories to first my children and now grandchildren. "Really, Mimi! Did that really happen?"