There’s a lot of wonderful children’s books to read to our kids during the holidays like the classic Christmas story of Jesus’ birth and childhood movies to watch like Toy Story 3. The classic book about the Littlest Angel got my attention years ago and on the surface it’s a nice story about simple childhood treasures, love and sharing. I do object to the notion that children die because God needs another little angel in heaven and I don’t believe we’re converted into angels, although many saints reside there.
When the Son of God was born in Bethlehem and heavenly hosts
were bringing elaborate gifts, God chooses the little boy’s earthly box because
it contained his wonderful collection of a butterfly with golden wings, a sky-blue
egg, two white stones and a leather collar that had belonged to his dog that
had lived in absolute love and infinite devotion. And His son was born to be king of both men
and earth.
The Christmas box and the assortment of toys that the older
boy was leaving behind in Toy Story 3 as he left for college reminded me of my grandfather’s
cigar box that is still in my possession which contains the remnants of my own
boyhood. The sandbox my father made for
me one Christmas was the scene of endless adventures for the cowboys, Indians,
knights in shining armor and soldiers that I spent endless hours entertaining. The skate key, birthday card signed “Mom and
Grandpa”, arrowhead, model airplane alligator clips, game die, cat’s eye marbles, sand dollar and
sea shells evoked precious memories. The
worn 1951 dog tag was given to me when my dad announced that our loyal family
dog Patches had succumbed to being hit by a passing automobile. That was my first encounter with death and
losing a loved one—and the beginning of lost innocence.
I’d like to think that the contents of my priceless cigar
box would be a good example of every earth boy’s Christmas toy story and a gift fit for a king who would be their savior!
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