Tucked way in the attic, sorting through boxes of Christmas decorations, I glance upon a true treasure: "The Christmas Book". Now worn and tattered by the loving hands that have held this most loved tradition, my memory is flooded with kindness and joy as I recall all of the years our family has gathered together to hear one of these favored classic stories.

Since I was a young girl, I can recall this tradition. My mother calling my sister and I into the family room, treats and quilts, fireplace lit, peace and quiet covering us with the warmth of the Christmas Spirit. Deep inside we tingled with excitement, wondering which one of these classic Christmas stories would carry away our dreams that night.

This tradition is perhaps the most loved by everyone in our family. Season after Season, we would bring out the "most loved book". Season after Season the stories became more rich with meaning.

I am overcome with great joy as I reflect on my mother's insight to read these stories to our family year after year. These classic tales are steeped in rich values and traditions. As I have growth, these stories have revealed their masterfully crafted meanings, allowing the hopes and dreams of humanity to envelop the true meaning of Christmas.

I am grateful to my mother for understanding that children never outgrow the love of hearing a story read aloud. As she infused the passages with passion and meaning, my sister and I strengthen our resolve to train our own voices to speak with conviction and clarity.

So, as another season approaches, "the book" is being unpacked. My heart is grateful for the strong family traditions I grew up with, my soul anticipating the awakening of the true Spirit of Christmas. My inner child dancing with excitement, wondering which one of these "perfect" Christmas stories I will read to my children this December.