I leapt off the car with renewed vigour, thanking Santa for helping me come home when it was still Christmas. It was a long way home today, but I was glad.
I have just woken up suddenly in the middle of a Christmas themed dream,Which I have quickly forgotten about, like with all dreams I have,
Decorate your Christmas tree with bells and stars,As you did in your past,And fill your life with hope and laugh.Merry Christmas, O merry Christmas,
Dubbed the “Red Christmas” murders by the newspaper people, it was the seventh victim in six months. And things weren’t looking good…
They went to their grandpa’s. Everybody was outside! The alarm was broken! And that was not all. Some of grandma’s money was stolen!
Moss-green Christmas trees ,curly mistletoe, felt hats, rustle of American Georgette, freshly brewed coffee, vibrant hues of Christmas candies…..we gaped at all of those in star-struck wonder.
I carried him in my arms and raised him as my own son. That was one of the best Christmas I ever had. My little Christmas story.
Poverty is not a stumbling block to success. What the poor and benighted demographic need is motivation.
Physically I was at home but my mind was with Lord. I was at work but my mind was with Lord. I used to be crowded with people but always felt lonely
God knows what you need the most and at this moment, more than the food, I needed to see you. This is the best Christmas present I’ve ever got.