Friday, December 12, 2008

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,
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 my family,
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 husband or wife.
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 is 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.

+ Author Unknown

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