Christmas Day is almost over. The lights in our living
room are turned down so that the many colored bulbs on our
Christmas tree can reflect on the wall and the ceiling, even
on the floor. It�s odd that our tree still looks so gallant
and strong, although the scramble for presents under it this
morning gave it several serious jolts.
It stands, like the spirit of Christmas, straight and
confident, with each branch offering new hope to onlookers.
It is so sure of respect, that it shines brightly enough to
reach the darkest corner of our protected hearts. Like a friend,
this beautiful work of Mother Nature will not give us cause
to doubt its� durability.
It seems almost human and yet, the fragrance from it fills
the room with a fresh new supply of strength.
Somewhere from beyond, I can hear the soothing melody
of a Christmas carol. My heart seems to hear it too, for it
beats the vibration to other parts of my body in a way which
entitles all of me, and not just my ears, to enjoy the soft
rhapsody.
Watching our great tree, and Joining with the rhythm of
a happy people, I feel completely content. Within myself, I
have a burning joy, that wipes away all thought of war and
hatred. Perhaps it has been said many times before, but I know
there is really "Peace on earth, Good will towards men."
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