Wishing you a wonderful holiday, friends! You've made this year a lot of fun. My gosh, 56,000 of you have stopped by already this month, such a gift!
I'm off to enjoy Christmas with my family and friends and will be back next week. I want to leave you with one more thing. The Bishop's Wife is one of my favorite Christmas movies from 1947 starring Cary Grant. The movie ends with a Christmas Eve sermon that gets me every time:
Tonight I want to tell you the story of an empty stocking.
Once upon a midnight clear, there was a child's cry. A blazing star hung over a stable, and wise men came with birthday gifts. We haven't forgotten that night down the centuries. We celebrate it with stars on Christmas trees. With the sound of bells, and with gifts.
But especially with gifts. You give me a book; I give you a tie. Aunt Martha has always wanted an orange squeezer, and Uncle Henry can do with a new pipe. For we forget nobody, adult or child. All the stockings are filled, all that is, except one. And we have even forgotten to hang it up. The stocking for the child born in a manger. It's His birthday we're celebrating. Don't let us ever forget that.
Let us ask ourselves what He would wish for most. And then, let each put in his share. Loving kindness, warm hearts and a stretched out hand of tolerance. All the shining gifts that make peace on Earth.
You can watch a clip of it here for the full warm fuzzies effect. (Starts at 0:50) Merry Christmas!
P.S. If you want two-year-olds to sit still for five minutes to take Christmas card photos, keep handing them candy canes!