Well, dinner is served and eaten, the presents have been opened, the movies all watched, and the sun has set. In a few scant hours my favorite time of the year will be over. Which is why it’s important now, more than ever, to remember to hold on to these feelings the whole year around. It’s so easy to forget the wonder that comes with the holidays, the magic, the pure joy that for a month or so can be found everywhere. From Thanksgiving to Christmas, people open their hearts and invite others in where they might have been closed before. They find time and love for people they would otherwise forget or ignore. They show the best of what it means to be a human being.

Here’s to hoping that this year, a few people will remember the feelings of love, gratitude, forgiveness, and charity that they might have adopted this season. And with that, I leave you all with the lyrics to my favorite Christmas carol. May the new year bring you nothing but joy and blessings, and may your lives be something you’re not only happy with, but proud of. Merry Christmas and happy holidays.

Good King Wenceslaslooked out, on the Feast of Stephen,
When the snow lay round about, deep and crisp and even;
Brightly shone the moon that night, tho’ the frost was cruel,
When a poor man came in sight, gath’ring winter fuel.

“Hither, , and stand by me, if thou know’st it, telling,
Yonder peasant, who is he? Where and what his dwelling?”
“Sire, he lives a good league hence, underneath the mountain;
Right against the forest fence, by Saint Agnes’ fountain.”

“Bring me flesh, and bring me wine, bring me pinelogs hither:
Thou and I will see him dine, when we bear them thither.”
Page and monarch, forth they went, forth they went together;
Through the rude wind’s wild lament and the bitter weather.

“Sire, the night is darker now, and the winds blow stronger;
Fails my heart, I know not how, I can go no longer.”
“Mark my footsteps, my good page. Treadst thou in them boldly:
Thou shalt find the winter’s rage freeze thy blood less coldly.”

In his master’s steps he trod, where the snow lay dinted;
Heat was in the very sod which the saint had printed.
Therefore,Christian men, be sure, wealth or rank possessing,
Ye who now will bless the poor, shall yourselves find blessing.

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