“LORD, FORGIVE!”

The day before Christmas had been full of incidents, some of them unpleasant. Father seemed to be burdened with worries as well as bundles. Mother’s anxiety had reached the breaking point on many occasions throughout the day. Wherever the little girl went, she seemed to be in the way. Finally she was hustled off to bed. The feverish excitement of the Christmas planning had completely unnerved her. As she knelt by her bed to pray the Lord’s Prayer, she got all mixed up and prayed, “Forgive us our Christmases, as we forgive those who Christmas against us.”

As we watch the tense, nervous shoppers this season, we might feel like praying as the little girl did, “Forgive us our Christmases.”

—Author unknown

It is Christmas

on the highway,

In the thronging

busy mart;

But the dearest

truest Christmas,

Is the Christmas

in the heart.

—Author unknown