I looked out the window and saw a winter scene painted by an invisible hand \u2013 snow swirling in the streets and colorful Christmas lights adorning the house across the street. And it occurred to me, then, that Christmas is just three weeks away.<\/span><\/p>\n When I was a young child, three weeks would have seemed an eternity as I waited for Santa Claus and the bounty of gifts I so hoped he would bring. Just three weeks until Christmas. How different \u2013 how much shorter three weeks seem now than they did when I was a child.<\/span><\/p>\n The flame of the candle flickers and before I know it, Christmas will be just another memory in an aging warehouse of sometimes fading and scrambled memories that grow larger and larger and darker and darker as I grow older and older.<\/span><\/p>\n A windy draft nearly blows the candle out, but the flame only bends. It flickers on \u2013 as I do.<\/span><\/p>\n Just a few weeks until Christmas Soon people will be rushing around trying to finish their Christmas shopping. Some people set spending limits based on the importance of the people in their lives. Uncle John? He gets a $25 gift certificate for Home Depot. Maybe he can buy something for his workshop. A sister might get a $900 iPad \u2013 she loves to watch music videos in the gym while she tones her narcissism. A son or daughter might get a $1000 Apple watch or a $900 pair of snow skis.<\/span><\/p>\n Some people\u2019s gifts reflect the importance of the person to whom they are giving them. Certain people are worth certain gifts. The more important the person, the more expensive the gift. I\u2019m sure there are a lot of people who buy Christmas gifts this way. Most of us don\u2019t have unlimited resources, after all \u2013 therefore we must budget the money we have and spend judiciously.<\/span><\/p>\n Is Christmas really all about money? <\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n Why do we buy for those we care about at Christmas time? Does it really have anything at all to do with the Three Wise Men, who followed the Star of Bethlehem, bearing gifts of gold, myrrh, and frankincense for the Christ child? Or, do we buy gifts because we must buy gifts?<\/span><\/p>\n Do we really want to buy that gift certificate for Uncle John? We hardly ever saw him during the year, but he\u2019ll come around at Christmas, collect his gift, and share a smile \u2014 then he\u2019ll leave for another year \u2013 clutching his $25 Home Depot Gift Certificate as he waves goodbye.<\/span><\/p>\n The candle flickers, the wind persistent and howling\u2026and the night turns into morning. It\u2019s just past midnight. The hour when the old day dies and a new day is born.<\/span><\/p>\n Christmas will be here soon I think about the children, so innocent and true. Children who trust and believe in Santa Claus. A little girl wants a soccer ball. A soccer ball. How cute. She doesn\u2019t want a laptop or a $000 iPad, she wants a $10 soccer ball. Children don\u2019t measure gifts by how much they cost, they measure the gifts that come with dreams.<\/span><\/p>\n Somewhere inside that little girl\u2019s head is a vision of what she could do with a soccer ball. One second left in the game and she kicks the ball and scores a goal! She wins the game for her team.<\/span><\/p>\n A little boy wants a baseball and a baseball mitt. He leaps high in the air, up against the fence in right field makes a tremendous catch, and saves the game for his team.<\/span><\/p>\n Children\u2019s minds are full of dreams \u2013and so full of hope. They are uncluttered and free of realities and responsibilities. Children create a world of their own and the only gift we need to be sure we give them is the gift of love.<\/span><\/p>\n But somewhere in this world, a child is hungry. She huddles weak and sick in some cold, dark place, her father dead and her mother dying. Her dreams are different. She dreams of something \u2013 anything \u2013 to eat. Just a bit of bread or some honey \u2013 anything to quell that constant, nagging hunger. For this child, dreams are meager and hope is slight.<\/span><\/p>\n She will wake tomorrow hungry and yearning \u2013 but there won\u2019t be anything for her to eat. Her mother will find something to keep them both alive \u2013 if she is lucky. Christmas means nothing at all \u2013 it\u2019s just another day of foraging and struggling to keep warm and to stay alive. But they do have one special gift and they will share it\u2026 it is the love they have for each other.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n In a world as cruel as the one they live in, gifts are treasures, far beyond the reach of their dreams. Their world is that we love to pretend does not exist. But closing our eyes and minds to that world doesn\u2019t make that little girl go away. She\u2019s there, whether we like to think about it or not.<\/span><\/p>\n Somewhere, even in this wealthy country of ours, some children are living in a dirty, wet, cold place \u2013 shivering and cold and hungry in this land of great wealth. Dressed in rags and near hopelessness, they live each day still hoping that dad or mom will find work and earn enough money to make a better life. These kids can\u2019t even begin to dream of a soccer ball a baseball mitt, or a pair of roller skates.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n But there is one gift their parents can give them that is better than any baseball glove or soccer ball\u2026they can give them love. And they can give them hope that next Christmas will be better.<\/span><\/p>\n They won\u2019t worry about rushing to Macy\u2019s to pick up a last-minute gift. They won\u2019t have to worry about Apple watches, iPads, snow skis, or laptops.<\/span><\/p>\n An orange or an apple for each child \u2013 or perhaps taking the children to a shelter for a free turkey dinner \u2013 would be the greatest gifts they could hope for this Christmas. Tonight, this family will sleep in a dank, dirty, dangerous place and cling to the only gift they have for sure \u2013 the gift of the love they all share.<\/span><\/p>\n Somewhere in this world, a Wall Street executive is buying his girlfriend a new $50,000 diamond necklace. Diamonds are forever. He\u2019ll have the sales clerk at the store pick it out, have someone at the store gift wrap it, tuck it under his arm, and rush off in a taxi to a meeting somewhere. He\u2019ll give her the necklace \u2013 that he didn\u2019t pick out and didn\u2019t wrap \u2013 on Christmas morning. And she\u2019ll kiss him and she\u2019ll tell him how much she loves him.<\/span><\/p>\n Next year he\u2019ll buy a different necklace for a different girl.<\/span><\/p>\n And somewhere a poor, little girl and her mom are wandering through the filthy streets, looking for a scrap of food to keep them alive for another day. And, unless something changes, next year they\u2019ll be doing the same \u2013 IF they are both lucky enough to live that long. But if they do survive, they will still have each other and the love they share.<\/span><\/p>\n The candle flickers and the clock ticks, ticks, ticks, ticks on in the darkness. The wind is howling still, and the snow is swirling in the skeletal trees’ waving shadows, sadly bending to the winter wind.<\/span><\/p>\n Christmas means different things to different people. Christmas isn\u2019t a day, it\u2019s a spirit. I think about those who have much less than I do, and I wonder why. Christmas shouldn\u2019t be something we celebrate just one day a year, the spirit of Christmas should live inside us every day of the year.<\/span><\/p>\n Yet soon this season will be forgotten and the world will go on as if there had never been a Christmas. The Christmas lights may linger on for another week or three but they, like the Spirit of Christmas, will fade away. All that will be left will be the winter winds and the swirling snow \u2014 and the dreams of children.<\/span><\/p>\n Somewhere a child is hungry. Somewhere a single mom struggles to put something on the table for her children. She worries about not giving them gifts for Christmas. But she gives them plenty. She gives them the greatest gift of all.<\/span><\/p>\n Somewhere a child is sick and in a hospital, and the only signs of Christmas for this poor child are the nurses in Santa hats and the tiny tree on the table beside her bed.<\/span><\/p>\n All around us, people are suffering and people are hungry. People are sick and lonely and some are hopeless.<\/span><\/p>\n At Christmas, we can close our eyes to the woes of the world, but as tight as we may close our eyes, we cannot make the sadness, poverty, or hunger disappear. We can turn the Christmas music up louder to drown out the sounds of hopelessness and poor and those living in desperation \u2013 but we can\u2019t make them go away.<\/span><\/p>\n The greatest gift you can ever give is love. But love not shared is not love at all.<\/span><\/p>\n It\u2019s easy to love those who love us and it\u2019s easy to dislike those who don\u2019t like us. In this land of plenty, it’s easy to forget that there are hungry children who would be happy with the gift of a decent meal and a warm, dry place to sleep.<\/span><\/p>\n Christmas is a time for sharing and caring, and a time for love, good wishes, and good cheer. But more than that, Christmas is a time to remember those who suffer, who are hungry, or who are sick or lonely.<\/span><\/p>\n Remember the Reason for the Season. Remember the Spirit of Christmas. Share your love and good fortune with others less fortunate than you.<\/span><\/p>\n Most of all this Christmas, make sure that the first gift you give is the greatest gift of all. Give the gift of love.<\/span><\/p>\n Just three weeks until Christmas. Those three weeks will seem like a few days.<\/span><\/p>\n The candle\u2019s flame flickers out \u2026<\/span><\/p>\n I fall asleep in my chair, dreaming of Christmas past when I was a child, and Christmas was a very magical time.<\/span><\/p>\n A Few Weeks Before Christmas Last night, late, when the house was quiet and the only sound was the late-autumn wind whipping the skeletons of the forgotten lifeless trees, I watched the flame of a single candle flicker and thought about what Christmas meant to me. 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