I cause the miser's clutched hand to relax,
I cause the aged to renew their youth
I keep romance alive in the heart of childhood,
I cause eager feet to climb dark stairways
I cause the prodigal to pause a moment
I enter dark prison cells,
I come softly into the still, white home of pain,
In a thousand ways I
I am the Christmas Spirit.
Christmas is a time of Giving and sharing. It used to matter little whether you were rich or poor. Christmas time was for remembering the Lord and giving. Sharing other's pains and helping others was the spirit.
The Season of Love isn't about "things" or something to be endured. There's a Spirit in the air and you can have it all year through
The joy, love and the very essence of Christmas is in my heart and in my soul. I don't need all the reminders of what Christmas means to me. I carry it with me every day in everything I do. I agree with those that say we should have Christmas in our hearts everyday of the year.
So, today I’m thinking about making a Christmas Prayer Chain. You remember making those red and green chains when you were a kid, don't you? I always loved them! I’ll put my friends and loved ones names on the slips of paper, then loop them together to hang around my house. In a way you’ll all be celebrating Christmas with me too.
Maybe you’ll want to make one too!
The Spirit of Christmas
I have a list of people I know
All written in a book
And every year at Christmastime
I go and take a look
And that is when I realize
That those names are a part
Not of the book they're written in
But of my very heart
For each name stands for someone
Who has crossed my path some time
And in that meeting they've become
A treasured friend of mine
And once you've met some people
The years can not erase
The memory of a pleasant word
Or a friendly face
So when I send a Christmas card
That is addressed to you
It's because you're on that list
Of folk I'm indebted to
And you are one of many folk who
In times past I've met
And happen to be one of those
I don't want to forget
And whether I have known you for
Many years or few
In some way you have a part in
Shaping things I do
This, the spirit of Christmas, that
Forever and ever endures
May it leave it richest blessing
In the hearts of you and yours
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.