♬ Give Love on Christmas Day ♬

Probably the reason we all go so haywire at Christmas time with the endless unrestrained and often silly buying of gifts is that we don't quite know how to put our love into words.

Harlan Miller, British writer

With just three days before Christmas, it seemed that everyone was on the road or in the malls. Some folk looked perplexed, others frantic, and yet others took the time to smile at strangers. Two strangers had to laugh with each other as we tried to pass around the newly arrived inventory blocking the aisle. Yes, indeed, the calendar may say December 22 and the shelves may still be full of Christmas paraphernalia, but Valentine's Day is on the minds of marketers. Slipping a red, heart-shaped box of chocolates under the Christmas tree would certainly let a loved one know you care . . . although eyebrows might rise querying if the gift was bought ten months earlier. All this begs the question, why don't we Give Love on Christmas Day?

Give Love on Christmas Day

People making lists

Buying special gifts

It's a time to be kind

To one and all

It's that time of year

When good friends

Are dear

And you wish you

Could give more

Than just presents

From a store

Why don't you give love

On Christmas day

(On Christmas day)

Oh, even the man

Who has everything

Would be so happy

If you would bring

Him love

On Christmas day

(On Christmas day)

No greater gift

Is there than love

People you don't know

Smiling out hello

Everywhere there's an air

Of Christmas joy

It's that once a year

When the world's sincere

And you'd like

To find a way

To show the things

That words can't say

Why don't you give love

On Christmas day

(On Christmas day)

The man on the street

And the couple upstairs

All need to know

That there's one cares

Give love

On Christmas day

(Christmas day)

No greater gift

Is there than love

What the world

Needs is love

Yes, the world

Needs your love

Why don't you give love

On Christmas day

(On Christmas Day)

Oh, every little child

On Santa's knee

Has room for your love

Underneath his tree

Give love

On Christmas day

(Christmas day)

No greater gift

Is there than love

What the world

Needs is love

Yes, the world

Needs your love

Give love

On Christmas day

(Christmas day)

Laughing Chickens

Everybody knows a turkey and some mistletoe,
Help to make the season bright.

Mel Tormé and Bob Wells in "The Christmas Song" (1944)

Running across the muddy parking lot of my favourite poultry purveyor, carrying the Christmas turkey in my arms, I caught sight of a congress of roosters and hens running towards me through the field of tall grass. They scurried down into the ditch and up again and ran across the gravel, coming to a halt outside the purveyor's door. Their appearance surprised me because they have never been around during my other numerous forays here to purchase chicken. Then I realized: these roosters and hens have no fear at this time of year. It's their cousins, the geese and turkeys, that need to keep a low profile. The chickens are cackling with yuletide joy.

In the jolly spirit of the chickens, I leave you with Mr. Bean and his Christmas turkey:

A Christmas Rush

Christmas! The very word brings joy to our hearts. No matter how we may dread the rush, the long Christmas lists for gifts and cards to be bought and given, when Christmas Day comes there is still the same warm feeling we had as children, the same warmth that enfolds our hearts and our homes.

Joan Winmill Brown, British actress and author

In the rush of seasonal activity, I have neglected my chocolate box but many good things have overflowed with the cookie baking, shopping and making presents, chatting with good friends and re-connecting with lost ones, clapping along to musical theatre, feasting at a festive potluck, using my 'new' voice to read for the first time during a candlelight worship service, preparing for a job interview, helping out at the no-charge Christmas store and, finally this evening, decorating the Christmas tree. What a bounty of blessings!

Through all my years, setting up the Christmas creche always causes me to pause and give thanks. From the time I was a child, unwrapping each of the figures and arranging them around the baby has been a stirring task as my heart hears:

 The angel said to them, ‘Do not be afraid; for see—I am bringing you good news of great joy for all the people: to you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, who is the Messiah, the Lord. This will be a sign for you: you will find a child wrapped in bands of cloth and lying in a manger.’ And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host, praising God and saying, ‘Glory to God in the highest heaven, and on earth peace among those whom he favours!’

Sweet Giving

It's not how much we give but how much love we put into giving.

Blessed Teresa of Calcutta (Mother Teresa), founder of the Missionaries of Charity (1910-1997)

When the neighbour lady phoned asking me to drop round her house, I figured there was a problem with her computer as it can, on occasion, leave her shaking her 88-year-old head (it's a Windows machine, what can I say?). But there was no computer problem. She greeted me at the door with a lovely gift of cheeses, English pickle, orange chocolate, and a plate of homemade mince pies and carrot cake to carry back to the family. Her thoughtful present warmed the ol' homestead. We beamed at her kindness and it looked to me as if even the mince pies were smiling . . . before Dad gobbled one up. ;-)

♬ It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year! ♬

Our hearts grow tender with childhood memories and love of kindred, and we are better throughout the year for having, in spirit, become a child again at Christmas-time.

Laura Ingalls Wilder, American author (1867-1957)

The Time Traveller and I meandered along a park path lined with festive lights. I was like a child, gleefully pointing, "Oh, look there!", as a snowman blew chilly air to create a snowflake; and "Oh, look at that!", as trainee reindeer jumped off a ski ramp and drifted down to the ground with parachutes. There's magic in the air at the most wonderful time of the year when middle-aged old timers feel like kids again and gladly clap their hands in delight.

Be of good cheer at this most wonderful time of the year!

For a trip down memory lane to a time before digital effects, watch Andy Williams sing "It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year". The song was composed in 1963 by Edward Pola and George Wyle, who worked with Andy on his TV show. They don't make entertainment like this anymore.

It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year

It's the most wonderful time of the year
With the kids jingle belling
And everyone telling you "Be of good cheer"
It's the most wonderful time of the year
It's the hap-happiest season of all
With those holiday greetings and gay happy meetings
When friends come to call
It's the hap- happiest season of all

There'll be parties for hosting
Marshmallows for toasting
And caroling out in the snow
There'll be scary ghost stories
And tales of the glories of
Christmases long, long ago

It's the most wonderful time of the year
There'll be much mistltoeing
And hearts will be glowing
When love ones are near
It's the most wonderful time of the year

There'll be parties for hosting
Marshmallows for toasting
And caroling out in the snow
There'll be scary ghost stories
And tales of the glories of
Christmases long, long ago

It's the most wonderful time of the year
There'll be much mistltoeing
And hearts will be glowing
When love ones are near
It's the most wonderful time
It's the most wonderful time
It's the most wonderful time
It's the most wonderful time of the year

Wreathed In Smiles

Perhaps the best Yuletide decoration is being wreathed in smiles.

Author Unknown

Cat keeps us wreathed in smiles. Her favourite game involves hunting ankles and today she camouflaged herself in the greenery of an as-yet-unhung Christmas wreath to stalk her prey. With her daily antics, there is never a dull moment 'round the ol' homestead.

On route to buy Cat the chicken for her meals, the car turned itself into the parking lot of our local purveyor of fine Eccles cakes. Their garden, aglow with decorative cabbage, made for a cheery entrance. They, too, brought a smile to the day.

Christmas and Cat

God made the cat in order that man might have the pleasure of caressing the tiger.

Fernand Mery, French veterinarian (1897-1983)

Christmas decorations are slowly coming out of storage. With their baubles and bows and bells and boughs, Cat is on a prowl of wonderment. It's sooooo exciting!