“Half our life is spent trying to find something to do

with the time we have rushed through life

trying to save.” Will Rogers

Precious moment, help me to not waste
you by attacking the great big world,
searching for all answers, for some solutions.

Help me to not weigh you down
with a negative thought,
a thoughtless word or action.

Help me remember that how well I use you
will determine my subsequent
moments, my hours, my days.

Help me remember that you are fleeting,
rushing, soon gone into eternity and
could take my existence with you.

So help me grasp you,
relish you, savour the inner peace
you afford me.

Help me use you to begin afresh,
if no more than to take a quick glimpse
into how I might use this rare opportunity...

To convince myself that I want to
live, live, live, and possibly,
feel another glorious moment like you.

Every day is Christmas when you have the kind of mind,
That stores up all the goodness and the sweetness it can find
When you don't need an occasion, to spread a bit of cheer,
But just keep on a-giving, of yourself throughout the year

Every day is Christmas, with a gaily wrapped surprise,
When you've learned to see the friendship in someone else's eyes.
When you try a little harder, and complain a little less,
Holding fast to all the fervour of the faith that you possess

Every day is Christmas, when you've found that you can be
More concerned with words like 'you' and less with 'I' and 'me'.
When it's fun to do a favour, and to lend a helping a hand,
When being understood means less, than when you understand

Every day is Christmas, with a beauty deeply cast,
When you find it doesn't matter, if you're first or if you're last
When you can face your conscience, and be glad of who you are,
Then every day is Christmas, for you'll have friends near and far.

~ Author Unknown

My holiday wish is that we may
See good in those who pass our way;
Find in each a worthy trait
That we shall gladly cultivate;

See in each one passing by
The better things that beautify —
A softly spoken word of cheer,
A kindly face, a smile sincere;

I hope each day that we may view
The things that warm one's heart anew;
The kindly deed that can't be bought
That only from good are wrought,

A burden lightened here and there,
A brother lifted from despair,
The aged ones freed from distress;
The lame, the sick, brought happiness.

Grant that before each sun has set
We'll witness deeds we can't forget;
A soothing hand to one in pain,
A sacrifice for love — not gain;

A word to ease the troubled mind
Of one whom fate has dealt unkind.
So, friend, my wish is that we may
See good in all who pass our way.