I’ve always loved this time of the year. All the Christmas decorations makes everything magical.
Of course, Christmas has lost some of the magic as I get older. Once you’re aware that it would take more than magic to get Santa Claus down the chimney and then for him to go back up, well, let’s just say we’re talking miracles here.
I know the economy is laying heavy on all of us but at Christmastime it takes a back seat and you allow yourself to feel like a child again.
But as I get older, I find myself counting my blessings more. Also, at this time of the year, I think about all of my loved ones who I have lost over the years, especially my parents and there isn’t a day goes by that I don’t think of them.
You hear a lot on the news about abuse – child abuse, domestic abuse and even children abusing their parents and self-abuse.
I tell my children one second can change your life ... just one second ... and there is no way to take it back.
If everybody would help one person once a week, imagine the outcome and how easy would it be to help one person and tell them to pass it on.
Who knows after a while there wouldn’t be any abuse. Such a small word to be such a bad thing.
A blessing comes in a very small package. Pass it on!