I remember Christmas when it only meant faith, family, and friends_
and all the hugs, snuggles, and love from its first day until it’s end.
We sang songs of joy, care and sharing in the spirit of the saints_
read holy writings, books and scrolls to those whose eyes were weak and faint.
Gave our loved ones presents, hope and happiness_
and our neighbor’s food and drink_
joined hands in fellowship with open hearts stood together in gleeful bliss.
We didn’t forget to pray for the lost souls, the poor, the hungry or the unfortunate ones_
for this was the time of year we’d celebrate the birth of all our daughters and sons.
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