Perhaps Christmas is magical to little kids because they hear that God came to Earth as the baby Jesus. But most likely, the magic comes from the story of Santa Claus.
I know, because I was once a kid. I didn’t understand Old Testament prophecies fulfilled, a virgin birth, or redemption from sin. I didn’t know what “virgin” meant, nor did I know what “sin” was. While kids might not appreciate God’s greatest gift to mankind—the miracle in the manger—they fully understand the excitement of a new toy under the Christmas tree.
We could celebrate Christmas at school—and we didn’t call it Winter Holiday or some other politically correct label. We called it what it was—Christmas—and we sang Christmas carols about God’s love coming to Earth as a baby.
In the 1950s at Pine Run School outside Punxsutawney, Pennsylvania, everyone gave the teacher a present, most of which were homemade.
