Emphasis Preaching Journal

Presents were the most important thing about Christmas to this six-year-old boy. We traveled that year, my mother and father, sister Carol and I, to grandma and grandpa's house for the holidays. As we approached the little village where my grandparents lived my stomach was doing flip flops in anticipation of presents they would give me. We were greeted at the door with hugs, but I squirmed to look past grandma to see how many presents were under the tree.