Merry Christmas Everyone Quotes Images: "But they who wait for the LORD shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings like eagles; they shall run and not be weary; they shall walk and not faint.”
"A man is at his finest towards the finish of the year; He is almost what he should be when the Christmas season is here; Then he's thinking more of others than he's thought the months before, And the laughter of his children is a joy worth toiling for. He is less a selfish creature than at any other time; When the Christmas spirit rules him he comes close to the sublime. When it's Christmas man is bigger and is better in his part; He is keener for the service All the petty thoughts and narrow seem to vanish for awhile And the true reward he's seeking is the glory of a smile. Then for others he is toiling and somehow it seems to me That at Christmas he is almost what God wanted him to be. If I had to paint a picture of a man I think I'd wait Till he'd fought his selfish battles and had put aside his hate. I'd not catch him at his labors when his thoughts are all of pelf, On the long days and the dreary when he's striving for himself. I'd not take him when he's sneering, when he's scornful or depressed, But I'd look for him at Christmas when he's shining at his best. Man is ever in a struggle and he's oft misunderstood; There are days the worst that's in him is the master of the good, But at Christmas kindness rules him and he puts himself aside And his petty hates are vanquished and his heart is opened wide. Oh, I don't know how to say it, but somehow it seems to me That at Christmas man is almost what God sent him here to be."
“Then he said to them, ‘Go your way. Eat the fat and drink sweet wine and send portions to anyone who has nothing ready, for this day is holy to our Lord. And do not be grieved, for the joy of the LORD is your strength.’”
"In the damp, dusty cellar, surrounded by boxes, Our excitement just grows without measure. Searching and sorting with loud shouts of glee, As we uncovered the grand Christmas treasure. Christmas lights in a ball, but Dad's not deterred, As with a purpose, he heads out the door. And I spy from the window, for the time has now come, For Dad to adorn our front porch. The weather is frigid, his breath floats in the air, And the sky is the deepest of gray. The spirit of Christmas can be felt everywhere, With the promise of snow on the way. So I watch as my Dad makes his plan of attack, While I sit comfy, cozy inside. But I knew in my heart where I needed to be, Out there shivering, but right by his side. So I bundle up tight and I head out the door, Nothing can stand in my way. And I knew by his smile and his pat on my back That he truly was glad that I came. Now perfectionist Dad always knew what to do, And for him every light had its place. So together we stood, completing our task, Precious memories these moments would make. Under an ominous sky large snowflakes appeared, And it seemed that the time had just flown. But we both were determined to finish the job, Though tired and chilled to the bone. As the last light was placed, complete darkness prevailed, We had accomplished our goal just in time. The smell of Mom's cooking floated by in the air, And the feeling of success was sublime. Now into the house, I run with such joy, To summon all family to come. And we stand on the street, as Dad plugs in the lights, Illuminating our world one by one. For certain it's Christmas and my heart feels so full, With the beauty of color and shimmer. But being with Dad sharing time in the cold Is forever what I will remember."
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