Christmas’s are a time to rejoice.
The last several Christmas’s I saw a great deal to lament.
Chuck, a friend who I valued as a brother, went to God’s keeping a cold Christmas morning.
The following year, Bill was assigned to help guard the streets of Heaven with his newest commanding officer – Saint Michael.
This year, my younger brother went to coach all the children who left us but for their shining smiles. In Heaven, you never lose a soccer game. If need be, Tim will change the rules. He never was a man to disappoint a child.
As for me, many things turned my head from the dark to see light of the Christmas season.
My wife is always excited about Christmas. She passed that excitement on to our son and daughter, and on to our four wonderful grandsons as well as our one and only beautiful grand-daughter.
The light of Christmas does not just radiate from the eyes of children waiting for Santa.
No, that light emanates from all people who wish to project the love to another person.
One day, what now seems a hundred years ago and only like yesterday, my son asked if I ever had a hero growing up. Sadly, I never did.
Now I can honestly say, I have a great many hero’s. They are called my family.