Christmas Spirit

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