I phrased that badly, I know, but my Real Brother and my friend were the Christmas Spirits that year, and I look back and think what a wonderful thing it was for them to be so Christ-like. So you’re right. You don’t “buy Christmas.” I think after that year, I knew I could get through the bleakest of Christmases.
One of the best I had was when I was homeless, after my kids were grown. :o]
I understood what you meant. Sharing with others is the Spirit of Christmas every day.
I was hoping to volunteer at the homeless shelter with some of our other parishioners a week from Sunday, but last night, I got a message requesting a change to the Spanish music schedule.
I’m sure I’ll feel chirpier when the sun comes up ... just like Tom the Mocker and Bill the Cardinal!