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Greetings
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newspaper, extend In all sincerity, the wish to its today, _ ' _J
readers and friends that this may be the happiest of
all glad Christmas seasons, and that your cup may
be filled to overflowing is only one-hundredth part of
the good things hoped for you on this occasion.
It has been our privilege and pleasure to pro
duce for you the best paper we knew how; to give
to the people of Milford and lower Delaware a news
paper of which you might justly be proud. Our
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be had in local news, and it is with an unselfish view this manner,
of the situation that we are hoping for your verdict
We owe what success we have accomplished to
our friends, and subscribers—to you. who in the
past have shown such friendliness, such generosity
and such staunch support. The publishers deeply
appreciate the friends the Milford Chronicle has
made. At this time, when the spirit of Christmas pre
vails, when the gladsome period of gift-giving is
uppermost in the minds of the people, it is only
We wish for you and yours the happiest Christ
that we have accomplished this task. The helpful*» mas ol^your lives» and in so doing» we say it is from
ness and many acts of kindness on the part of our
the bottom of our heart.
ROW Sermon in Korea Cited
The Real Gift of Christmas
 group of 60 or more Americans gathered un
obtrusively in a hut of a prisoner of war camp in
Korea on Christmas Day, 1962.
Lieutenant Robert J. O'Shea, a Marine, was
chosen by his fellow prisoners to give the ser
mon.
Rather let us stop and think about the best Christ
mas present of all. The grift that we, and all man
kind, received on that first Christmas almost 2,000
years ago. The eternal gift of the Infant Jesus,
the gift of the perpetual help of Jesus Christ on
earth.
"We can have a very merry Christmas today
if we remember that as Christians. No matter where
we are and no matter what circumstance we are
living under, we are commemorating the best poss
ible Christmas gift We are remembering that we
Christians are the most fortunate of men, because
we have the presence of Jesus 'Christ.
So today, let us put aside all thoughts of our
personal discomforts. Let us forget for today our
loneliness, the absence of those dear to us. And
let's spend the day glorifying God and singing His
praises, and we will have a happy Christmas re
membering and enjoying the presence of Jesus
Christ Who is with us always—even unto the end
of the world."
This is what the 28-year-old Marine said:
"Today is the feast of the Nativity; the anni
versary of the birth of our Lord and Saviour, Jesus
Christ
Today, possibly for the first time in our lives
we will celebrate Christmas properly—because here,
to this North Korean prison camp, apart from the
tinsel and commercialism that we usually associate
with Christmas we can see the true meaning, the
spiritual meaning of Christmas. ;
Christmas is the beginning of an era. It marks
the bèginning of the Christian • era on earth. The
birth of Christ was the fulfilment of the promise
made to Moses by God the Father when He said that
He would send His Son to earth to save the world.
And Christmas is the living proof of the existence
of God and of the Divinity of Jesus Christ.
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O'Shea, a Marine observer, was captured in
July, 1951, after his plane crashed. The story of
the service, and his "sermon" were told by O'Shea's
'I say the 'living proof' because Jesus Christ is father-in-law, James H. Allen.
living. He is alive today. He is with us today. He
Is with us right now.
Allen said that the 60 to 75 Americans in Camp
No. 2 at Obul, North Korea had decided to hold the
Christmas service. Their Communist captors, after
first turning down a request for permission to sing
Latin hymns, granted permission for the service
and O'Shea as the senior officer was designated to
conduct it.
A Catholic, without any special theological
training, O'Shea wrote out his thoughts on strips of
paper he had been hoarding to roll into ciga
rettes.
. "We in this group are more keenly aware of
the presence of Jesus Christ on earth than ordinary
men—because we have been alone with Him. At
the time of our capture and during the events lead
ing up to our capture we weye, alone with Him.
"Our parents could not help us at that time, as
much as they would have liked to. They were not
present. Our friends in battle, our companions In
action, were too busy with their own fighting, their
own dying if you please, to help in our hour of
need.
"But there was one Friend Who was there and
could help us. That Friend was Jesus Christ And •
He did not let us down; He came through for us.
I felt His presence at that time. And I'm sure that
all of us had much the same experience.
"Today let us not concern ourselves with the
material presents that are lacking this Christmas.
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On Christmas Day the group went to the hut,
sang a hymn or two, listened to O'Shea, then went
back to their barracks.
On Christmas Day, 1953, O'Shea was with
his wife abd their twin sons, who were born three
weeks before his capture, at the home of his par
ents, Brigadiër General and Mrs. George J. O'Shea,
of Fort Lauderdale, Florida.
O'Shea is now a captain.
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Those Old-Fashioned Winters
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There's no denying that winter Isn't what it
used to be. Grandfather insists upon it, and grand
father is more right than even he thinks he is. He
thinks largely in terms of weather. And whether
there is a change in the climate is a matter still
under debate; but there is no question about cer
tain other matters. Particularly out beyond the
urban centers, out where grandfather spent the early
years and still has ^is memories rooted.
flitch^ in the pantry, mixed buckwheat batter, cooked
breakfast. By the light from a kerosene lamp. Af
terward she washed the dishes in a dishpan, with
soap she had made from grease and ashes back iq
October. Then she had to clean and polish the lamp
globes, tfim the wicks, fill the lamps with kero
sene, clean and fill the lanterns, and start dinner.
Her feet were cold. The windows were steamed and
frosted. By keeping a roaring fire in the cook stove
and the chunk stove in the other room she could,
on most^days, raise the house temperature to a point
where she couldn't quite see her own breath.
Grand father is full of stories about winter,
them are rather cold accounts, if we ex
amine them even casually. There was the morning
—a good many mornings, in fact—when he went out
on the front porch and found that the thermometer
registered below zero. Whereupon he got into his
felt boots, his two pairs of pants, his heaviest woolen
shirt, his muffler, his sheep-lined coat, his mittens fifteen minutes. Till his hands were half frozen, till
and went out to the barn. He had to hack a hole
In the ice at the watering trough. He milked by
hand. He carried the milk to the house. He brought
In firewood by the armload. By that time grand
mother had a kettle of boiling water, so he took it
out to the pump, .thawed the pump, drew enough
water to last the* household through the day. Then
he ate breakfast A winter day had begun.
Mott
Grandfather had his fun, of course. He could go
to the pond or river andtcut Ice, and haul It to the
ice house and pack It In sawdust or straw. A Joyful
occupation, full of shouts and laughter—for about
somebody fell in, till one of the horses slipped on
the ice. Or he could shovel snow. Or roll the snow
on the road to the highway, so he could get out the
bobsled or cutter and go to town for salt and sugar
and coffee. Or haul hay. Or hitch the horse to the
grinder and grind more feed for the cattle. ' Or
batcher a hog. Or, a few times each season, go
hunting. And between times he could watch the
thermometer. Grandmother, of course, could knit,
or piece a quilt, or churn butter, or braid rags for
a new rug. But shortly after dinner she had to start
supper, and put the bricks to heat to warm the beds
that night Grandmother hadn't much time to mope
or think she was underprivileged.
Nowadays, out where grandfather's remembrance
is rooted, winters aren't the same. The countryside
is laced with electric power lines. There is a gaso
line tank with its own pump on the farm, and a fuel
oil tank beside the house. The water pump runs by
electricity. The watering trough has its own heating
unit, and no ice. The ice house is a relic. There's
mechanical refrigerator in the kitchen, and a deep
freeze full of vegetables and vitamins. There's
furnace and a sink and a water heater and a bath
room. There are lights obedient to a thumb switch,
in the barn as well as thé house. There's an electric
milker, a mechanical feed conveyor, a mechanical
barn cleaner. There's a tractor with a snowplow
clear the barnyard, and a truck and a car which
can, and usually do, go to town every day. The car
has its own heater and radio. There's a radio in the
barn as well as one in the bouse, often .a television
in the living room. There may be an electric blanket
on the bed.
Grandfather's memories are largely accurate.
He recites them with a fondness that amounts
nostalgia. He lived those days and he knows that
winter should have its hardships. Where are those
hardships today? Gone with the winters of the past.
They call it hardship today when the Snowplow
two hours late or an electric line comes down.
Grandfather is right, of course; but he ignores
a thing or two. Winter never did consist entirely
weather. Whether temperatures have eased or not,
or snowfall diminishted, winter has changed. For
winter always has and always will be compounded
many matters, and most of those matters hare been
reVised since grandfather looked at that thermom
eter and whistled admiringly at his own hardihood.
Grandmother is not without her memories, too.
She got up to a frigid house, dressed in the cold,
her teeth chattering, went down to the kitchen,
built a fire in the cook stove, and started breakfast
The kitchen water pail was frozen almost solid. She
thawed ice, backed strips of bacon from a frozen
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The Nativity
St. Luke 2 : 1-19
1. And it came to pass in those days, that there
went out a decree from Caesar Augustus, that all the
world should be taxed.
2. (And this taxing was first made when Cyre
nius was governor of Syria.)
3. And all went to be taxed, every one into his
own city.
4. And Joseph also went up from Galilee, out
of the city 6f Nazareth, into Judaea, unto the city
of David, which is called Bethlehêm ; (because he was
of the house and lineage of David:)
5. To be taxed with Mary his espoused wife,
being great with child. •
6. And so it was, that, while they were there,
the days were accomplished that she should be
delivered.
7. And she brought forth her firstborn son,
and wrapped him in swaddling clothes', and laid
him in a manger; because there was no room for
them in the inn.
8. And there were in the same country shep
herds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their
flock by night.
for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy,
which shall be to all people.
11. For unto you is born this day in the city
of David, a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord.
12. And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall
find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying
in a manger.
13. And suddenly there was with the angel
a multitude of the heavenly host praising God, and
saying,
14. Glory to God in the highest, and on earth
peace, good will toward men.
15. And it came to pass, as the angels were
gone away from them into heaven, the shepherds
said one to another. Let us go now even unto
Bethlehem, and see this thing which is come to
pass, which the Lord hath made known unto us.
16. And they came with haste, and found Mary,
and Joseph, and the babe lying in a manger.
17. And when they had seen it, they made
known abroad the saying which was told them con
cerning this child. x
18. And all they that heard it wondered at
those things which were told them by the shep
herds.
And, lo, the angel of the Lord came upon
them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about
them, and they were sore afraid.
10. And the angel said unto them, Fear not:
9.
19. But Mary kept all these things, and pond
ered them in her heart.
it Is Christmas: 'Let Nothing You Dismay!'
God rest you merry, gentlemen,
Let nothing you dismay . . .
On Christmas Day, there is no room for such
a quaking emotion as dismay. From the pre-dawn
ing when the house is firmly awakened by the
youngest toddler clamoring for the Big Day to begin,
until pleasant exhaustion sets in hour later, fears
and apprehensions have no place. It is a soul
bracing day, a day to take courage, a day to look
around and find our trampled world not so bad a
place to live in after all.
Christmas is joy and faith and loving kindness.
It is hope rising on a Star. It is good will to men.
It is a wish to make others happy.
One look at a child's Christmas morning eyes
ought to be enough to banish gloom for at least an
other year. Who can feel the weight of the world
on his back as he watches a little boy, poised on a
stairway as on the brink of some majestic mystery,
treasuring the revealed wonders of his first Christ
mas tree? Is there excitement anywhere to equal
that of children opening with hands and eyes their
Christmas packages?
The dismay that the carolers reject is sure
ly missing at the family reunions and feasting
that are as much a part of Christmas els holly
wreaths and the scent of spruce in the living
room. - ,
Whether the table is heavy-laden, or the por
tions are less than sumptuous, are matters of no
importance. It is Christmas, and every mouthful
is a delight and every smile and speech are festive.
The cares and threats of life outside have no change
of denting the family circle on Christmas Day.
And where is the joyous spirit of the day more
manifest than in family worship of the Babe Who
gives all meaning to the feast? Whether in the
church of our choice, or in the family group at home,
or in the privacy of our own hearts, there is given
exultant glory to God in prayers and hymns and
thanksgiving.
No dismay, no despair, no worldly disillusion
ment. But above all, faith in salvation, and thanks
to God for His gift of Christmas.
, ... Remember, Christ our Saviour
Was born this Christmas Day.
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Peace And Goodwill
Our imperfect calendar confuses things a bit,
but the fact remains that in our northern climes,
Christiap or pagan, the holiday we celebrate tomor
row marks the beginning of a new life. The sun,
which rules the world, has reached its nadir. From
now on it begins to climb. No wonder we rejoice.
Moreover, it is fitting that the day be devoted
first and foremost to children. This is true not only
because of the happy convention which places the
birth of the Infant Jesus at this time but also be
cause all children symbolize the miracle of life
renewed. The Wise Men from the East did not know,
perhaps, the whole significance of the Star they
followed, but they knew it was a Child they sought
and appropriately they brought-gifts to lay before
Him.
Our Christmas celebration is and in its very
nature ought to be primarily our Festival of Peace.
It commemorates the birth of the Prince of Peace.
The first Christmas greeting, delivered to the shep
herds by the "multitude of the heavenly host," was
"Peace on earth, goodwill toward men."
At first glance, therefore, it may seem strange
that our mode of celebration centers so largely
around the act of giving. One would think that the
Peace Birthday would be contemplative rather than
exuberantly expressive, as it usually is. Meditation
and reflection would seem more in order than the
"merry" exchange of greetings and gifts.
Such a view would, however, disregard the deep
er meanings of peace itself. In troubled times such
as these it is only natural to think of peace in a
negative sense—as the mere absence of strife. In
this way we speak of an "uneasy" peace; that is,
a peace that may at any moment be shattered. We
speak of "safeguards" for peace, in the sense of pro
hibitions and interdictions.
One of the wonders of the day is the manner
in which all the tales—those which have the sanc
tion of Christian faith and those which have absorbed
and assimilated all the pagan and apochryphal leg
ends—fit together Into so beautiful a pattern. Even
the remnants of the Roman saturalia (which some But true peàce Is not a mechanical or legal thing
profess to find in our addiction to feasting at this in the proper sense. It is a human thing. It is not
time of year) have somehow been dives'ted of their merely the absence of overt hostility. It is rather
grosser aspects and brought into conformity with an attitude of human beings toward one another,
our more comely beliefs. Fraser's "Golden Bough,'' It is made up,>not of mandates and proscriptions, but
with its overtones of N grisly sacrifice, has been mira- of trust and hope and joy.
culously transformed into a glittering symbol of It is this aspect of peace that our acts of giving
generous life, laden with gifts for everyone, espe- can symbolize. They add warmth and tenderness to
dally the young. 0 ur relations with each other. They express the
Let us grant that peril stalks abroad in the desire to share In good things and to have satisfac
world. Let us grant that evil possesses the mind
and souls of many men and that there are those who
are so~blind that they do not understand the upsurge
of hope which is crystalized into such beautiful
^orms on this Day of Days. We of this faith and this
civilization can pity them for they know not of what
they deprive themselves. Let us rather rejoice in the
Christmas tradition which is our birthright No
people in all history has greater reason to under
stand the significance of this day.
tlon In them together. This need. In no sense, crowd
out the contemplation and reflection. It can, indeed,
give that reflection an even broader ground.
The very desire to give, of one's substance and
of one's self, is the expression of an unconscious
understanding that if we are to have peace and joy
we must have It through our relations to others.
For peace Is a positive thing, and it was no accident
that the angels in that first greeting coupiied it with
goodwill toward our fellow men.
The True Christmas
The brightness of Christmas is
mysterious brightness, as its joy
something distinct from all other
of the year. This uniqueness
Christmas is something to be
savored and appreciated as its su
preme quality. We sometimes hear
people say: "If only the Christmas
spirit could extend through every
day!" But isn't that a little like
wishing that the àtar at the top of
tree were a real star, and that
each gift were as rare and costly
its wrappings make it seem to
Something fanciful—in the
deepest sense something miracu
lous-makes Christmas what it is;
we surely celebrate it most
fittingly when we yield to the
idea of its being apart from
everything else in our experi
ence.
The Christmas story is full of
beautiful surprise. On the surface
see an ordinary tale unfold—
just as any child, this very morning
could have seemed to be getting out
an ordinary bed and going down
an ordinary living room. Yet In
fact everything is changed and new.
The stable where the Christ was
born becomes unlike any other sta
that ever existed in the world;
very stars are out of their
courses, and the men who find their
way to Bethlehem are transformed
the journey. Wisdom is made
humble, which is no less remark
able than that meanness (as in Dic
kens' great tale) should be made
kind. The lesson of all this' is not
that an end has come to the fund of
the world's failures and short-com
ings, but that one birth, one day—
perhaps one great conviction or re
solve—can strike through every
thing that is commonplace and
make It shine with light.
The light fades, reality returns;
but this does not make the glory
any the less profound. To have
once known what life at its best
can be is to move henceforth with
a hew certainty. Those who had
seen the Infant Christ went away
as men with a secret in the heart;
and so every child today, and everf
person who in some part of him re
tains a child's faculty for wonder
and surprise, is armored against
shocks or disappointments that
may come after. The Christmas
spirit is not a sentimental cheerful
ness of a day or season; it is the
awareness of having experienced a
transcendent emotion—of having
seen a star or knelt before a mang
er, or in the house where one lives
of having seen a tree lit with unim
aginable glow. This apprehension
of beauty is the true Christmas;
this quick piercing joy is what
makes the day unforgettable in so
many lives and lands.
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Faith Is The Substance .
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Across the cold, roseate dawn
the Yuletide which to pagans be
tokened a new day and to Chris
tians a new freedom from fear,
doubt and disillusionment and cyn
icism cast their shadows today. We
wonder what Christ would say
were He to walk amongst us as all
too many pay only lip service to
His teachings?
There is default in those whose
minds have failed to grasp that
public office is a public trust and
there is lack of ethics among those
who should make private enter
prise a challenge to all other sys
tems. In bribery, as in a kiss, it
takes two to consummate the deal.
These unsavory situations have
marked the tumultuous and expand
ing growth of our democracy, al
most since its birth, and no politi
cal party has ever escaped con
tamination. What should encourage
us is that now an alert press and
slowly awakened public con
sciousness guarantees correction.
Beyond this domestic problem |
there is the world situation in I
which we are forced to assume |
leadership for all nations which are I
still free. Destiny has marked this 1
trail for us and we would be recrc- 1
ant to those leaders who founded
our democracy and those who have
guided it through dark days of
despair, if we allowed ourselves to
become obsessed with fear of ag
gressors and suspicious of one an
other. We have been overslow in
taking counsel of our own capacity
to defend our ideals and it is high
time we learned anew that God
made man to walk erect Life is
short, honor is long.
At this season when we think
of one another with love and the
impulses of all are warmed by the
beauty that is in the Spirit of
Christmas, let us try to banish
those thoughts which weaken our
better selves and ^bove all renew
our faith in our own high purpose
and the strength of our nation.
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The Christmas Legend
One of the joys of Christmas Eve stars, seeing this from above, gent
—even though some men may gruf- ly descended from the heavens and
fly attempt to deny it—is the task rested themselves on its boughs as
of decorating the tree. The home is
center of happy confusion during
this operation, especially if th
are young children about, trying to
be helpful. Difiicult moments are
bound to occur when the tree re
fuses to fit properly into the stand
and when the set of lights purchas
ed new last year cannot be found.
But eventually these minor obsta
cles are overcomes and the family night is Christmas Eve.
stands back to admire its produc
tion, just as the artist stands at
arm's length to view the beauteous
effect of his seascape. The use of
the Christmas tree is attributed by
some to the ancient belief that trees
blossomed on the night of the Na
tivity, while others relate the leg
end of St. Joseph of Arimathea,
which tells that when the saint
an offering. This, the. legend re
lates, pleased the Christ Child
geratly and was the origin of the
first Christmas tree. In another
week the family Christmas tree will
begin to sag slightly and withered
needles will sprinkle upon the liv
ing room rug. but tonight it will
be the center of attraction in all its
sparkling, colorful glory. For to
ere
And beneath the tree, gifts. The
older members of the family may
be inclined to accept their presents
with feigned surprise developed by
too many Christmases. But not so
the children. This is the time they
have impatiently awaited. They
will go to bed tonight wity the sup
pressed excitement that can never
. be recaptured by those who have
settled at Glastonbury in England, outgrown that wonderland of chlld
he planted his staff in the earth and hood . Meanwhile, in the cellar, or
it put forth leaves, blooming on the garage, the man of the bouse is
Christmas Eve. completing his annual struggle
with the bicycles and carriages and
doll houses to be assembled. The
toys are put together, finally, with
a little improvising, and placed be
neath the tree. Now the stage is
set and before many hours> the sun
will rise on Christmas morning. It
was worth a year of waiting.
But perhaps the most beautiful
legend of all relates that when
Christ was born an olive tree, a
date palm and a pine tree stood
about the manger. To honor the
child, the olive gave its fruit and
the palm its dates as offerings, but
the pine had nothing to give. Some
Peace
There is one strange and forever
heartening factor in the thought and
aspirations of mankind. It is repre
sented by the one word, peace,
which exists in all languages. So
we come to solemn celebration this
week of One whose very name
comes down to us through the cen
turies as the Great Advocate of
Peace. We celebrate His birth, as
we have celebrated it for centuries.
We remember, with awe and rever
ence, the storied song from the
heavens which echoed on the night
of His birth: On earth peace, good
will toward men. We celebrate,
with light and gaiety and gift and
prayer; and we echo the words:
On earth peace.
You can count on the fingers of
one hand those persons well re
member so long, to hold in such en
during reverence, is one of the
most satisfying attributes of our
race. Other philosophies come and
go, and back we turn time and time
again to that one which dwelt upon
the dignity of the individual and the
sanctity of the soul. For there lies
the heart of our belief, the core of
our undying aspiration. There, in
the deep and abiding love which is
the very foundation of peace.
They come and go, the kings,
the captains, t^ie conquerors, and
still we venerate the name of
Jesus and the teachings In His
name. His is at once one of the
simplest and, over the generations,
one of the most difficult to abide by.
Yet we cling to it. and we try to
live by it. And so we celebrate and
membered over two thousand years remember and rededlcate our
whose life and doctrine could be | selves, hoping and working and be
summed up in those words. To re- I lieving.
Rootin'-Tootin' Christmas
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Judging by the displays in the
stores and the demands of the kid
dles, repeated with that nerve-shat
tering insistence that is a mark of
childhood, this is going to be a gun
totin', hard-ridin*, rootin's-tootin'
Christmas.
The Wild West haïs taken over—
wilder and woollier than It ever
was in real life. Thanks to those
westerns on TV and the radio, the
kiddies wouldn't be found dead
with ordinary toys, much less the
sugar plums they're supposed to
dream about They want guns,
holsters, chaps, high-heeled boots
and all the rest of it, so that they
can emulate their current heroes.
Unfortunately, it doesn't end
there. It's getting so that it's hard
to buy a junior-sized tooth-brush or
comb without a picture of a cowboy
displaying that combination of ruth
lessness, ruggedness and purity of
heart that seems to impress the
kids.
So Christmas morning won't be a
time for traditional childish squeals
of pleasure at getting a set of
building blocks or a drum. It will
be a time when the air is rent with
cries of "reach!" followed by light
ning-swift draws from^ those hols
ters Santa Claus has left. For Santa
knows what is good for him, and
if he can't lick this trend, which
is obvious, the best he can do is to
join i(.
Burden Or Blessing
That eavesdroppers hear no good memories. Perhaps the season
of themselves is a well established means to them nothing more than a
fact It was Christmas that an un- fairly even exchange of material
gifts. Our wish for them is that
this year they may discover what
Christmas is. , I
Many more of us need to remind *
ourselves that Christmas is a time
of gifts because of thé great gift
that made the first Christmas. The
wise men brought their gifts of
gold, frankincense and myrrhs Some
measure of wisdom will be ours
when we realize that "It is more
blessed to gîte than lo receive.
intentional eavesdropper heard no
good of, in a v local store last Sat
urday. They appeared to be house
wives, those two who spoke of
Christmas as a burden and a bore,
who agreed they would be glad
when it was all over.
We feel sorry for them, those two
complaining housewives. They miss
something very precious who do not
know the "wonder" of Christmas.
Perhaps they have no Christmas
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