“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 gifts. We haven't forgotten that night down the
centuries. We celebrate with stars on Christmas trees, the sound of bells, and
with gifts. Especially with gifts. You give me a book; I give you a tie. Aunt
Martha’s always wanted an orange squeezer and Uncle Henry can do with a new
pipe. We forget nobody, adult or child. All the stockings are filled, all that
is, except one. We’ve 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’s ever forget
that. Let’s ask ourselves what He would wish for most. Then, let each put in
his share: loving kindness, warm hearts, a stretched-out hand of tolerance. All
the shining gifts that make peace on earth.” – The Bishop’s Wife
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