It's Christmas Time After All
Don't know who wrote this but enjoyed it...hope you do as well.
If I decorate my house perfectly with plaid bows, strands of
twinkling lights and shiny balls, but do not show love to my family,
I'm just another decorator.
If I slave away in the kitchen, baking dozens of Christmas
cookies, preparing gourmet meals and arranging a beautifully adorned table at
mealtime, but do not show love to my family, I'm just another cook.
If I work at the soup kitchen, carol in the nursing home and
give all that I have to charity, but do not show love to each person I
serve, it profits me nothing.
If I trim the spruce with shimmering angels and crocheted
snowflakes, attend a myriad of holiday parties and sing in the choir's
cantata but do not focus on Christ, I have missed the point.
Love stops the cooking to hug the child. Love sets aside the
decorating to kiss the relative. Love is kind, though harried and
tired. Love doesn't envy another's home that has coordinated
Christmas china and table linens.
Love doesn't yell at the kids to get out of the way, but be thankful
they are there to be in the way. Love doesn't give only to those who
are able to give in return but rejoices in giving to those who can't.
Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things,
endures all things. Love never fails. Video games will break, pearl
necklaces will be lost, golf clubs will rust, but giving the gift of
love will endure.