By John W. Lillpop
Children in motion are a source of constant wonderment and joy for this crusty old right-wing bird.
Just for the record, it matters not one whit the race, ethnicity, nationality, or immigration status of the little ones—they are all special and precious to me.
All the time, but especially at Christmas.
Notice in particular, if you will, the children the next time you are in a shopping mall or other public setting.
Almost without exception, the little ones are in constant motion, seemingly inexhaustible! They seem driven by unbridled joy and the thrill of just being alive.
I particularly enjoy the contrast between the little ones and their adult parents: While mom and or dad move in measured steps and at a steady, slow pace, the little ones hop, jump, skip, run and shout with boundless energy and life.
I am reminded of the utter joy and gratitude for life expressed by Ebenezer Scrooge in A Christmas Carol, following his redemption after being blessed by three spirits on Christmas Eve.
Most children are like the redeemed Scrooge—thankful and joyful for the blessing of life!
Who needs a 3-D movie or the Internet for entertainment? I secure replenishment of my soul just by observing children—especially at Christmas!
