The spirit of Christmas is the spirit of love and of generosity and of goodness. It illuminates the picture window of the soul, and we look out upon the world’s busy life and become more interested in people than in things.
Thomas S. Monson
One of the nice things about this time of year is that many of us will reflect on how lucky we really are. I don’t mean because of the material things we have but rather about the people that add meaning to our lives. It is far too easy to take those around us for granted and sometimes we only see them through the filter of our own egos and opinions.
I am never very good at sharing how much I appreciate my wonderful family and special friends. It may be because I didn’t really come from a nurturing childhood but I believe it is because I don’t have the words to express how much I care for them.
I am glad my age has made me more tolerant and I hope less self-centered as I have learned that I really am not all that smart and criticism based on my own prejudices are often not really valid. I don’t appreciate people because they are what I want them to be but rather because of who they are. So as I stop and reflect on the people around me I realize that my life is good mainly because they are there.
So thank you one and all, you are the spirit of the season and you do bring joy to my world.
Here is a story that reminds me that it is what is in the heart that counts and those who have the ability to discern it in others know one of the greatest sources of happiness.
The Gold Wrapping Paper
Once upon a time, there was a man who worked very hard just to keep food on the table for his family. This particular year a few days before Christmas, he punished his little five-year-old daughter after learning that she had used up the family’s only roll of expensive gold wrapping paper.
As money was tight, he became even more upset when on Christmas Eve he saw that the child had used all of the expensive gold paper to decorate one shoebox she had put under the Christmas tree. He also was concerned about where she had gotten money to buy what was in the shoebox.
Nevertheless, the next morning the little girl, filled with excitement, brought the gift box to her father and said, “This is for you, Daddy!”
As he opened the box, the father was embarrassed by his earlier overreaction, now regretting how he had punished her.
But when he opened the shoebox, he found it was empty and again his anger flared. “Don’t you know, young lady,” he said harshly, “when you give someone a present, there’s supposed to be something inside the package!”
The little girl looked up at him with sad tears rolling from her eyes and whispered: “Daddy, it’s not empty. I blew kisses into it until it was all full.”
The father was crushed. He fell on his knees and put his arms around his precious little girl. He begged her to forgive him for his unnecessary anger.
An accident took the life of the child only a short time later. It is told that the father kept this little gold box by his bed for all the years of his life. Whenever he was discouraged or faced difficult problems, he would open the box, take out an imaginary kiss, and remember the love of this beautiful child who had put it there.
In a very real sense, each of us has been given an invisible golden box filled with unconditional love and kisses from our children, family, friends and God. There is no more precious possession anyone could hold.
“This time of year means being kind to everyone we meet,
To share a smile with strangers we may pass along the street.”
Andy Rooney On Prisons:
Did you know that it costs forty thousand dollars a year to house each prisoner? Jeez, for forty thousand bucks apiece I’ll take a few prisoners into my house. I live in Los Angeles. I already have bars on the windows.
I don’t think we should give free room and board to criminals. I think they should have to run twelve hours a day on a treadmill and generate electricity. And if they don’t want to run, they can rest in the chair that’s hooked up to the generator.
“The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong.”
A man who is an avid golfer finally gets a once-in-a-lifetime chance for an audience with the Pope. After standing in line for hours, he gets to the Pope and says, “Holiness, I have a question that only you can answer. You see, I love golf, and I feel a real need to know if there is a golf course in heaven. Can you tell me if there is?”
The Pope considers for a moment, and says, “I do not know the answer to your question, my son, but I will talk to God and get back to you.”
The next day the man is called for another audience with the Pope to receive the answer to his question. He stands before the Pope, who says, “My son, I have some good news and some bad news in relation to your question. The good news is that heaven has the most fabulous golf course that you could imagine and is in eternally perfect shape.”
“And what’s the bad news?” asks the man.
“You tee-off tomorrow morning,” the Pope replies.
People will accept your ideas much more readily if you tell them Benjamin Franklin said it first.
David H Comins
A lawyer was cross-examining a witness: “You have just testified that you heard the shot at exactly 11:32 p.m.? How did you know what time it was? Did you look at your watch?”
“No,” the witness said. “I looked at the sundial in the garden.”
“That’s absurd,” screamed the lawyer. “How could you tell time by a sundial at 11:32 at night?”
“I had a flashlight,” the witness said.
How do I know anything really exists? Kick it *really* hard.
A teenage boy and his grandfather go fishing one day. While fishing, the old man starts talking about how times have changed. The young man picks up on this and starts talking about the various problems and diseases going around.
Teen says, “Grandpa, they didn’t have a whole lot of problems with all these diseases when you were young did they?”
Grandpa replies, “Nope.”
The teen says, “Well, what did you guys use for safe sex?”
Grandpa replies, “A wedding ring.”
I have always thought of Christmas time, when it has come round, as a good time; a kind, forgiving, charitable time; 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.
Stay well, do good work, and have fun.
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