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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Christmas Lights (10/30/08)

TITLE: We are the Lights
By Mary McLeary


We are the Lights

“I have nothing left to give! I have “given out!” Katie Brooks made this announcement to no one in particular as she tossed the Christmas solicitation she had gotten in the mail With a husband, three kids and a full time job, Katie spoke the truth. She woke up at five-thirty every morning, and she didn’t slow down until late at night. When her head did hit the pillow, she went out like a light. She looked forward to the weekends. Her husband, Grant, was the head football coach at their local high school, and they had played in the final round of the state playoffs. Lilly their daughter was a cheerleader, and the two boys had their own activities. One Sundays she and Grant taught a couples class. Thanksgiving had been squeezed in and now she was looking down the barrel of Christmas.
Katie had picked the kids up from school, run by the grocery and plopped down on the sofa for a five minute break. Her favorite magazine was near by. Leafing through it left her more exhausted. Inside, every meal was gourmet and every room designer chic. “That won’t be happening around here,” she muttered under her breath. Money was as scarce as energy.
She put her head down on the arm of the sofa. “I just need a little power nap before I start dinner.” Katie closed her eyes.
She heard the music before she saw anything. Light and lovely, it filled her with peace. Next she saw the images. She didn’t know at first what they were. Color upon color, of every tint and hue, twinkled and shined in pulsating motion. She felt revived by their energy. Her body felt light and her mind sharp as she attempted to take in every sound and sight. Last came the words, sung in harmony with the music making a sound Katie knew was heavenly. She could clearly hear the lyrics and knew she would not forget them.
Katie could have stayed where she was forever, but instead she woke with a jerk as the boys came bursting through the door.
“We’re starving, Mom!” Luke shouted.
“Yeh! When’s dinner?” Lance piped in.
“It will be ready soon boys. I have to do something first.” Katie was busy locating pencil and paper as she replied. Without hesitation each word of the heavenly song came to her as she wrote:

We are the Lights of Christmas
We show the world the way
To Christ our blessed savior
Born on Christmas Day.

We are the Lights of Christmas
Oh, let our hearts rejoice
Because He came to save us
And give the world a choice.

We are the Lights of Christmas
We twinkle and we shine
Aglow in such a dark world
Reflecting the Devine

We are the Lights of Christmas
Not one of us the same
He glories in our difference
All claiming His holy name.

We are the Lights of Christmas
Bring others to the Gift
With shining love and mercy
His name we will uplift.

Katie bowed her head. “Lord,” she said, “thank you for this dream. Strengthen and guide me so each one in this family shines for you – and not just at Christmas.” Energized, she hopped up to start dinner.
After sharing her dream with Grant and the kids, Katie often thought about the shinning lights and the song. When Lilly was asked to the Christmas dance and chose not to go because it conflicted with a youth activity at church, Katie said, “Sweetie, you shine!”
During football season, Grant had taken Hosea Davenport home after practice everyday. Hosea was a scrawny kid who rarely got in a game, but he had a great enthusiasm. He had a single mom who worked the late shift so transportation was a problem. The day after school was out for Winter break, Hosea and his grandmother pulled up in front of the house. After thanking Grant for the rides home, she reached in the back seat and brought out a huge coconut cake. “God bless you, Coach”. Grant smiled broadly and replied, “Mrs. Davenport, you shine!”
“So do you Coach!”
The boys decided to clean out the toy box and donate the less used toys to The Salvation Army as well as put some of their allowance in to the big red pot. Lilly quipped, “Guys, you’re shinning.”
And so, the Brook’s Christmases were never the same after they became The Lights of Christmas.

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Joanne Sher 11/12/08
What a lovely message. You did a nice job with characterization, too.
Yvonne Blake 11/12/08
Very creative! I like your poem...and the MC was like a lot of writers I know. We have to get those words on paper before we forget them.