No one loves a Christmas tree on Jan. 1.
I am not alone at all, I thought. I was never alone at all. And that, of course, is the message of Christmas. We are never alone. Not when the night is darkest, the wind coldest, the word seemingly most indifferent. For this is still the time God chooses.
It peeps through the trees with its berries of red,
And its leaves of burnished green,
When the flowers and fruits have long been dead,
And not even the daisy is seen.
Then sing to the holly; the Christmas holly,
That hangs over peasant and king.
Christmas is a time when everybody wants his past forgotten and his present remembered. What I don’t like about office Christmas parties is looking for a job the next day.
Christmas, my child, is love in action. Every time we love, every time we give, it’s Christmas.
Remember, if Christmas isn’t found in your heart, you won’t find it under the tree.
Christmas is a time when you get homesick, even if you’re at home.
Christmas isn’t a season. It’s a feeling.
Christmas….is a piece of one’s home that one carries in one’s heart.