“I am the Christmas spirit! I enter the home of poverty,
causing pale-faced children to open their eyes wide in pleased wonder. I cause
the miser’s clutched hand to relax. I cause the aged to renew their youth and
to laugh in the old, glad 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 and send to anxious love some little
token that releases glad tears. I enter dark prison cells, reminding scarred
manhood of what might have been, and pointing forward to good days yet to be. 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!” - E. C. Baird
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