Invariably a light traveled across the sky. It's him, it's him, he's getting close. Must sleep NOW!!!!!!!! But just can't.
This year I changed my thinking. It's not Halloween or Thanksgiving; this year Christmas is my favorite holiday.
Don’t want to say I’m God’s ‘favorite’, but after experiencing a string of miracles longer than any lights wrapped round my tree, it’s pretty clear I’m in the top quintile.
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. ~Charles Dickens