Archive for the ‘christmas stories’ Category

Christmas Bloopers
December 18, 2007


Disneys Christmas Music
December 17, 2007

Family-Ice Skating in Orlando,fl
December 12, 2007


Ice Skating at Gaylord Palms®
Date(s): Nov 19, 2007 – Jan 03, 2008
Venue: Gaylord Palms Resort
Description:  Our outdoor skating rink offers a holiday tradition common only in northern climates.*ICE! Skating is a ticketed event. Tickets for adults and children are $12.99

The Nativity Scene set to music-Mary did You Know??
December 12, 2007

Holy Land Christmas
December 10, 2007


Come To The Manger – A Bethlehem Christmas
Coming November 23, 2007 – January 5, 2008

The Spirit and Joy of Christmas dance through the streets of the Holy Land Experience. Festive musicals and spiritually engaging presentations unfold throughout the day. Light the Lights!, King Herod, The Mysteries of the Magi, and more help tell the tender story of the birth of the Christ child.

“Come to The Manger”
The town of Bethlehem comes alive in the brand new Holy Land original musical “Come to The Manger!”  Experience the hustle and bustle of a town turned upside down.  Follow Mary and Joseph to the lowly stable where God gave his greatest gift of all.  Feel the amazement of the shepherds as they hear the Angel’s charge to find their Messiah.  And, join the Magi as they worship and adore the newborn king!  All the wonder and beauty of the season as you’ve never seen before, “Come to The Manger” is a joyful and exciting celebration of our Savior’s birth!

“Light the Lights! – The Story of Hanukah”
The Hebrew Feast of Dedication comes alive through traditional music and dance!  Learn the legends and customs of this most beloved of Jewish holidays.  Gather together as we light the menorah and sing the ancient blessings, which begin the eight days of celebration.  Discover how the tiny dreydl preserved the study of ancient scripture and how in the darkest of days, God’s chosen people received victory through His sustaining power!

“The Mysteries of the Magi”
Who were these strange men from the East?  What was it that made them leave everything and travel across the desert to worship the Christ Child?  In “The Mysteries of the Magi” you will discover the ancient prophecies, which set these men on their journey.  Come and unlock the secrets for yourself. 

KidVenture – “The True Story of St. Nicholas”
Laughs and surprises wait for you in the brand new KidVenture – “The True Story of St. Nicholas.”  You’ll visit the tiny village of Patara and discover the amazing story of a 3rd century bishop who learned that it was better to give than receive.  Hear the myths that became legends and sit in on the first church council (complete with boxing gloves!).  This may not be exactly how you remember it but you’ll never forget, “The True Story of St. Nicholas!”

There certainly have been some strange things going on in the village.  Zechariahs, the priest has been struck mute and now his wife Elizabeth has been missing for months!  No one knows what the reason might be, but that doesn’t stop two nosy neighbors from trying to find out.  “Talebearers” is a light-hearted look at two gossips that think they have all the answers.  But as they’ll soon discover, the truth is seldom how it appears.

“Ye Olde Christmas Carols”
Celebrate the birth of Jesus with the songs and carols of Christmas.  Presented by the Holy Land Experience Carolers, this accapella group, dressed in the style of the day, will charm and delight you with old favorites along with the classic carols of yesteryear.  This is real Christmas music that’s sure to put you and your family in the holiday spirit.

Christmas Southern Gospel
Our resident Southern Gospel quartet, “The Fishers of Men”, will be performing a very special Christmas Concert.  With favorites like, “Strange Way to Save the World,” “Glorious Impossible,” and “The King is Coming,” the Fishers of Men are sure to have you singing and rejoicing as we join together to celebrate our Savior’s birth

Christmas-Its About The Cross…
December 4, 2007

The Cradle-Jesus Birth
November 26, 2007


They left their home, the new cradle still swinging from the rafters. Night after night the aroma of fresh-cut wood had filled the room as Joseph had patiently fashioned the tiny cradle, using the same chisel and saw he usually put down at dusk.

Now Joseph wiped the tears from Mary’s cheeks and shut the door behind them. “It’ll be okay,” he told her, as he cinched up their belongings on the donkey.

“Joseph, can’t we wait a few days? The baby could come any time.” She didn’t want to leave home. Not now.

“We’ve waited for the baby as long as we dare.” He was ready to get on the road. “We have to leave today or I’ll be arrested for not appearing in Bethlehem for the census.”

“At least bring the cradle, Joseph,” she pleaded. “I want the baby to have something nice.”

“No, it’ll have to stay behind. The baby will be rocking in it soon enough.”

Joseph tugged hard at the donkey’s halter. No luck. “Come on, animal,” he shouted, whacking it on the rear end to get it moving. Grudgingly the donkey responded. With one hand Joseph led the donkey, with the other he steadied Mary on the steep incline, slowly enough to accommodate her ungainly progress down the winding road which led from Nazareth’s height. In the house above, the cradle hung still.

Five days and ninety bone-weary miles later, Joseph searched the small stable where they were staying on the outskirts of crowded Bethlehem. Mary’s time would be soon now. He was careful to keep his lamp from igniting the old straw. He finally settled on an ancient stone manger for the baby’s bed, cut from the wall of the limestone cave which housed the animals. He reached in to scoop the last gritty bits of straw from the manger’s dank bottom. “That’ll have to do,” he muttered. He filled the trough with an armful of fresh fodder, which he covered with a folded blanket to keep the animals away.

It was well past midnight by the time Mary finished washing and wrapping her new baby. Now she lifted him gently into his new bed. Joseph put his arm around her shoulders as they gazed at the sleeping infant.

Mary touched the tiny fingers. “That cradle you spent so much time on would be real nice right now, Joseph.” She looked up at the cave’s low ceiling. “You could hang it somewhere. No baby I know has a cradle like that. It’s fit for a king.”

Joseph grinned. “Not every boy has a carpenter for a dad,” he said. But he wondered. Why couldn’t little Jesus be home in that cradle? Why does this special child the angel told Mary and him about have to be born in this smelly stable? A hill-country carpenter’s home is bad enough. Why here? Why Bethlehem?

The answer wasn’t long in coming. An older boy poked his head in the door, startling the couple from their quiet moment. “Is there a baby in here?” he mumbled apologetically. Then he saw the tiny child. Mary picked her baby up to shield the infant from his eyes. The face disappeared.

Mary’s eyes mirrored Joseph’s concern. He strode to the cave’s opening. He could hear a distant call, “Over here, Jake found him!” In the darkness, Joseph could make out a handful of forms coming toward him. He gripped his stout wooden staff and stood resolutely at the door.

As they approached the stable he could see they were shepherds. Joseph’s grip on the staff tightened. The oldest one spoke hesitantly. “Can we come in? We have … ah … come to see the Christ-child.”

Joseph glanced at Mary. He could feel a tingle move down his spine. This was more than an accident. The whole fantastic course of events was far more than an accident. He nodded and stepped back into the stable. “Yes, come in. You are welcome.”

The shepherds shuffled into the cramped cave. The youngest pushed in alongside the donkey to get a better view. They knelt. “God be praised!” The old shepherd spoke with deepest reverence.

“It’s just like the angel told us,” another whispered in awe. “‘Behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people,’ the angel said.”

“Imagine! An angel . . . talking to us!” the old man interjected with rising excitement. “None of the uppity-ups in this town would lower themselves to talk to us shepherds,” he added. “But an angel did . . . And the child is right here in a stable so we can come and see him.” Rivulets of tears were inching down the shepherd’s weathered face.

Joseph stared at the old man. “How did you find us?” he finally asked.

The boy who had first peeked in answered. “The angel said, ‘Unto you is born ….'”

“Yes, to us!” The beaming old man couldn’t contain himself.

The boy spoke deliberately, as if to remember the exact words: “Unto you is born this day in the city of David a Savior …”

“That’s here–Bethlehem–David’s birthplace,” the littlest boy interrupted. He thrust out his chest proudly. “King David was a shepherd, too, you know.”

The older boy continued. ” . . . a Savior, which is Christ the Lord.”

“The Christ, the Messiah . . . He’s the one!” The old man pointed to the baby.

“The angel was very specific,” the young man went on. “‘And this shall be a sign unto you. You shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger.'” He grinned. “How could we miss? We just ran into town and checked every stable until we found you . . . found him.” The boy paused. “How many newborns in Bethlehem do you know with a cattle manger for a cradle?”

Joseph chuckled. So that was it. The heavenly Father Himself had provided a bed for His child. A special cradle. A sign to these crude shepherds that God cared for them too.

Joseph squeezed Mary’s hand very tightly.