a message from Neale Donald Walsch
Friday, 6 December, 2013 (posted 9 December, 2013)
My dear friends,
The Christmas season has always been a magical time for me. From the earliest days of my childhood it has represented a kind of transcending joy that overtakes my whole life. And it wasn’t just because of the presents, either. Sure, getting gifts at Christmas made an impression on me as a child, there’s no question about it. But there was something else “in the air,” and I could feel it.
I remember thinking as a small boy how different people were at holiday time. They seemed more cheerful somehow. More understanding, more accepting — and more forgiving, too.
Once, in a department store somewhere deep into December, I broke something. I don’t remember what it was, but I will always remember the clerk’s reaction. “Oh, that’s okay, sonny, don’t cry. No harm done. We’ll just…
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