This is a story from President Monson, the master story teller. It is adapted form the First Presidency Christmas Devotional 1997. Christmas stories always choke me up, and this is no exception. It is because people are so willing to sacrifice for the benefit of others. This is about a family living in Canada, who had no prospects for Christmas, or for even having Christmas Breakfast let alone presents. Mother had sent a letter to her sister living in Idaho with a list of their needs, at the request of her sister. The citizens of Malad, Idaho sacrificed to meet those needs. However no package had arrived in Canada. father had been to town, and stayed until noon checking the railway and the post office. However, sacrifice was not over. The packages arrived late Christmas Eve at the post office. The postman, George Schow, was going to leave the delivery until after Christmas. However, after prayer, he felt he had to go, even with the snow, and the distance. His own horses were worn out, so he borrowed horse and sleigh, and took his oldest son with him. They would not arrive until after 3:30 a.m. Mother was still awake, worrying about her children. It was five before they started the trip back to town, to arrive around noon. They wore the husband's clothes for the return trip after warming theirselves by the fire. Their own clothing was wet and cold. This gave mother just a few hours to set everything out for Christmas. When the children woke they smelled bacon cooking for breakfast. Ellen was last to wake, as she knew they would have no Christmas. However, she found a red Christmas dress.
That is what Christmas is about.
That is what Christmas is about.
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