It is fitting that Christmas follows Thanksgiving. It is a natural transition from reflection on what we have to be thankful for in our lives... to the season where the Spirit of giving is celebrated. The hope is that the gratefulness and generosity that are expressed in the final seasons of the year will be reflected in how we purpose our lives in the coming new year.
"Christmas, my child, is love in action."-Dale Evans
"Christmas is doing a little something extra for someone." -Charles Schulz
"Gifts of time and love are surely the basic ingredients of a truly merry Christmas." -Peg Bracken
The 12 Days of Christmas - Homeless Push, Danny Brown
Throughout December, the 12for12k focus is on the homeless and how you can help in your own towns and cities.
There’s no donation widget this month – we’re offering a more hands-on challenge. By all means, if you wish to donate cash as well as the time and items we’ll be suggesting, that’d be great as well. So, with that said, let’s get into our streets this month and really help those that need it the most.
As always, my sincerest thanks for all your support so far - you've made a huge difference to millions worldwide in 2009, and that isn't an exaggeration. It's been an honour and privilege getting to know you this year.
Thank you,
Danny
causing pale-faced children
to open their eyes wide in pleased wonder.
I cause the miser's clutched hand to relax,
and thus paint a bright spot on his soul.
I cause the aged to renew their youth
and to laugh in the glad old way.
I keep romance alive in the heart of childhood,
and brighten sleep with dreams woven of magic.
I cause eager feet to climb dark stairways
with filled baskets, leaving behind hearts
amazed at the goodness of the world.
I cause the prodigal to pause a moment on his wild,
wasteful way, and send to anxious love some little token
that releases glad tears -
tears which wash away the hard lines of sorrow.
I enter dark prison cells,
reminding scarred manhood of what might have been,
and pointing forward to good days yet to come.
I come softly into the still, white home of pain,
and lips that are too weak to speak
just tremble in silent, eloquent gratitude.
In a thousand ways
I cause the weary world to look up into the face of God
and for a little moment
forget the things that are small and wretched.
I am the Christmas Spirit!







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