Somehow, not only for Christmas, But all the long year through, The joy that you give to others, Is the joy that comes back to you. And the more you spend in blessing The poor and lonely and sad, The more of your heart’s possessing Returns to you glad.
„Joy to the World”, the carollers sang out as last minute shoppers scurried about desperately seeking that one special gift that would give Christmas morning a magical lift. As an old man stood standing listening to the song, midst all the madness of the bustling throng, in a shaky hoarse voice he began to join … Olvass tovább
„Is there a purpose? Why are we here?” A little boy asked as the yuletide drew near. „I really do hope that someday I will know the reason we stand out here in the snow, ringing this bell as people walk by, while thousands of snowflakes descend from the sky.” The mother just smiled at … Olvass tovább