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I am 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 his 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.

Author Unknown

It pains me greatly to place 'Author Unknown'
on this page, for these words of wisdom were penned
by a very gifted and talented person.
If you should know the author of this inspirational
writing, please email me so as I can place the
appropriate credit to the author
on this page.

Thank you.


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