message for your

An angel appeared on a cold, stark night to share with the world God's wonderous light. The angel had an important message for man-- for away in a humble manger a miracle was taking place, the beginning of God's greatest and most glorious plan. The angel blew a horn, and in the sky all could see a great star whose brillance drew shepherds from afar. As the shepherds came forth, the angel said, "Glory to God in the highest, and peace to the people on earth. A blessing has been sent from heaven for to man God's son is given. With the savior's birth man shall perish never, and goodwill and joy shall rule forever."
Merry Christmas! May your holiday season be filled with the joy and spirit of the greatest miracle of all.

make it bright

The gray skies of winter can seem so merciless and bleak. But Christmas has a way to make everything bright. Just remember the magic of Christmas when it feels like no end to the winter darkness is in sight. Take a look at the sky, and you'll see that the stars shine a little brighter. And the holiday lights set everything aglow to make the holes in your heart a little tighter. The world has been frosted with silver and white to enliven the days, and fend off the darkness of the night. It's God's way of reminding you to have faith that all is fine, that all is right. You have nothing to fear, and you should never lose hope when December's darkness calls, when the snow endlessly falls, because the Christmastide is here to steal the stage from the winter drear. Let it be a season of love, a time of cheer, because no days are as bright as those made radiant by Christmas light.

his boots

Did you hear about the teacher who was helping one of her kindergarten students put his boots on? He asked for help and she could see why. With her pulling and him pushing, the boots still didn't want to go on. When the second boot was on, she had worked up a sweat. She almost whimpered when the little boy said, "Teacher, they're on the wrong feet." She looked, and sure enough, they were. It wasn't any easier pulling the boots off than it was putting them on. She managed to keep her cool as together they worked to get the boots back on - this time on the right feet. He then announced, "These aren't my boots." She bit her tongue rather than get right in his face and scream, "Why didn't you say so?" like she wanted to. Once again she struggled to help him pull the ill-fitting boots off. He then said, "They're my brother's boots. My Mom made me wear them." She didn't know if she should laugh or cry. She mustered up the grace to wrestle the boots on his feet again. She said, "Now, where are your mittens?" He said,"I stuffed them in the toes of my boots..."