On This Most Precious of Holidays

As I listen to Christmas Carols on this cold crisp Winters night, my problems seem unimportant when in this holy light. The beautiful Christmas Season takes me back a bit. Back to childhood, to a tree with not much under it. It really did not matter. Our lives were very plain. There was the deepest pleasure from even a candy cane. The tinsel on the tree, the glitter caught my eye. The simple beauty of it, makes me silently cry. The beauty and the splendor of childhood Christmas Days, I wish for the whole wide world on this most precious of Holidays! Written by: S.Matheson 12/6/2005