We live much of life amid unique choices. Joy is anchored in The One beyond our life. |
The last two months of every year bring joy to childlike hearts. The open door past every fear is where the real fun starts! October has no holidays, but should with Jesus born when flocks can see moon's glowing rays, no frost upon the morn. But what of 31, November's Eve when evil is expressed? That "holiday" doth all deceive. Unholy day, it wrests. November builds with gifts to buy, and music oft to play. The novel writ is very nigh. What childlike joys each day! Thanksgiving turkey, much to eat, when football has its day. The stores are full, the cards are not, but shopping come what may. The parties and the carols much, throughout December weeks. The frost is on each nose and such, on 25 it peaks. On 26 all slam the door on Christmas for the year. The budget's black, New Year's before. No Christmas music,... CLEAR. But one child's heart will Christmas keep throughout each livelong day. With Jesus born, there's life to reap, and Hope is ever on display. by Jay O’Toole on October 29th, 2025 ![]() ![]() |