The love of the great ones
My mind goes back to my younger years and a tear comes to my eye. I had my grand parents, my aunts and uncles to have Christmas with. We would exchange love, food, and some gifts. When I was a child there was Santa bringing me gifts. What a great time that was when I didn't have a fear for a I was a child with out a care. It didn't matter to us as long as we could be together.Now I am older and it isn't the same, people forget what Christmas is about. Old people sit at home alone and they are forgotten. We rush around town to buy and don't give a thought of what Christmas is really about. We should be sharing our time with those older folks who would give anything to have someone care. A meal and our time is all they want us to share. Jesus has a birthday and that is the true meaning of Christmas. I am sure he would want us to share our time and be kind to those who have nothing not even a meal. So please remember those who are old or lonely and have no one to care.
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