~Story of the Four Candles~The Four Candles burned slowly. Their ambiance was so soft you could hear them speak...The first candle said, "I Am Peace, but these days, nobody wants to keep me lit." Then Peace's flame slowly diminished and went out completely.The second candle said, "I Am Faith, but these days, I am no longer indispensable." Then Faith's flame slowly diminished and went out completely.Sadly the third candle spoke, "I Am Love and I haven't the strength to stay lit any longer." "People put me aside and don't understand my importance.They even forget to love those who are nearest to them." And waiting no longer, Love went out completely.Suddenly...A child entered the room and saw the three candles no longer burning.The child began to cry,"Why are you not burning? You are supposed to stay lit until the end."Then the Fourth Candle spoke gently to the little boy,"Don't be afraid, for I Am Hope, and while I still burn,we can re-light the other candles."With shining eyes, the child took the Candle of Hopeand lit the other three candles.Never let the Flame of Hope go out.With Hope in your life, no matter how bad things may be,Peace, Faith and Love may shine brightly once again.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~The Christmas Spirit~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~I enter the home of poverty, causing pale-faced children to open their eyes wide in pleased wonder.I cause the miser's clutched hand to relax, and thus paint a bright spot on his soul.I cause the aged to renew their youth and to laugh in the glad old way.I keep romance alive in the heart of childhood, and brighten sleep with dreams woven of magic.I cause eager feet to climb dark stairways with filled baskets, leaving behind hearts amazed at the goodness of the world.I cause the prodigal to pause a moment on hid wild, wasteful way, and send to anxious love some little token that releases glad tears- tears which wash away the hard lines of sorrow.I enter dark prison cells, reminding scarred manhood of what might have been, and pointing forward to good days yet to come.I come softly into the still, white home of pain, and lips that are too weak to speak just tremble in silent, eloquent gratitude.In a thousand ways I cause the weary world to look up into the face of God and for a little moment forget the things that are small and wretched.~~I am the Christmas Spirit!~
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