Yuletide Season

Christmas waves a magic wand over this world, and behold, everything is softer and more beautiful. The season for everyone is coming fast and we may feel the presence or not, we need to prepare not just on material things but on spiritual as well.

I have always thought of Christmas time, when it has come round, as a good time; a kind, forgiving, charitable itme; the only time I know of, in the long calendar of the year, when men and women seem by one consent to open their shut-up hearts freely, and to think of people below them as if they really were fellow passengers to the grave, and not another race of creatures bound on other journeys.


Christmas is the gentlest, loveliest festival of the revolving year, and yet, for all that, when it speaks, its voice has strong authority. Authority that everyone comes to realize that they have to accept the blessings and live with the yuletide season. The best of all gifts and authority around any Christmas tree: the presence of a happy family all wrapped up in each other.

Happy, happy Christmas to everyone that can win us back to the delusions of our childish days; that can recall to the old man the pleasures of his youth; that can transport the sailor and the traveller, thousand of miles away, back to his own fire-side and his quite home! Christmas is a necessity. There has to be at least one day of the year to remind us that we're here for something else besides ourselves. Thus, our hearts grow tender with childhood memories and love of kindred, and we are better throughout the year for having, in spirit, become a child again at Christmas-time.
Isn't it funny that at Christmas something in you gets so lonely for - I don't know what exactly, but it's something that you don't mind so much not having at other times.

Instead of being a time of unusual behavior, Christmas is perhaps the only time in the year when people can obey their natural impulses and express their true sentiments without feeling self-conscious and, perhaps, foolish. Christmas, in short, is about the only chance a man has to be himself. It is Christmas in the heart that puts Christmas in the air.

Always remember, Christmas is forever, not for just one day, for loving, sharing, giving are not to put away like bells and lights and tinsel, in some box upon a shelf. The good we do for others is good we do to ourselves.

May Peace be our gift at Christmas and blessing all year through!