Let us remember that the Christmas heart is a giving heart, a wide open
heart that thinks of others first. The birth of the baby Jesus stands
as the most significant event in all history, because it has meant the
pouring into a sick world the healing medicine of love which has
transformed all manner of hearts for almost two thousand years...
Underneath all the bulging bundles is this beating Christmas heart."
Christmas Eve was a night of song that wrapped itself about you like a
shawl. But it warmed more than your body. It warmed your heart...filled
it, too, with melody that would last forever
Until one feels the spirit of Christmas, there is no Christmas. All else
is outward display-so much tinsel and decorations. For it isn't the
holly, it isn't the snow. It isn't the tree not the firelight's glow.
It's the warmth that comes to the hearts of men when the Christmas
spirit returns again."
A woman spent all Christmas Day in a telephone box without ringing
anyone. If someone comes to phone, she leaves the box, then resumes
her place afterwards. No one calls her either, but from a window in
the street, someone watched her all day, no doubt since they had
nothing better to do. The Christmas syndrome."
Dear Lord, I've been asked, nay commanded, to thank Thee for the
Christmas turkey before us... a turkey which was no doubt a lively,
intelligent bird... a social being... capable of actual affection...
nuzzling its young with almost human- like compassion. Anyway, it's
dead and we're gonna eat it. Please give our respects to its family...
The earth has grown old with its burden of care But at Christmas it
always is young, The heart of the jewel burns lustrous and fair And
its soul full of music breaks the air, When the song of angels is sung
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