
I enter the home of poverty & cause pale-faced children to open wide their eyes in wonder.
I cause the aged to remember their youth... & to laugh
I cause eager feet to climb dark stairways with filled baskets, leaving behind hearts amazed at the goodness of the world
I cause the prodigal to pause & send, to an anxious family, some little token of love
I enter dark prison cells, causing scarred manhood to remember what might have been & pointing to better days ahead
I enter the homes of pain, & there, lips that are too weak to speak simply tremble in silence, eloquent gratitude
In a thousand ways, I cause this weary old world to look up into the face of God, & for a few moments, forget everything that is small & wretched.
You see, I am the Christmas Spirit
-Author Unknown
I wish we could put up some of the Christmas spirt in jars & open a jar of it every month.
-Harlan Miller
Powerful post. Love Harlan Miller's thought too..
ReplyDeleteHave a great Christmas..
Beautiful-
ReplyDeleteAw, thanks for your sweet comment! I have missed blogging and my bloggy friends..
Merry Christmas Eve!
This was beautiful. Merry Christmas Rebecca!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful portrait of the Christmas spirit.
ReplyDeleteMerry Christmas to you and your family, Rebecca!
I love this! Merry Christmas!
ReplyDeleteThank you and Merry Christmas!!
ReplyDeleteOh I love this!
ReplyDeleteWishing you a Very Merry Christmas! :)
Love friend ~~ MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!
ReplyDeleteMerry Christmas RJ!! So glad you got to see that sweet little one today, even if it was over the internet! I'm sure he felt your love :) xoxo!
ReplyDeleteWonderful. Beautiful. =)
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