Christmas Spirit in New York City

Author: Santa | Filed under: Photos Monday Dec 8,2008

If you want to feel the Christmas spirit in New York City, head for Fifth Avenue between 49th and 59th Street. The place to start is at the Channel Gardens Promenade at Rockefeller Center. Here you have so many iconic views — the Christmas Tree, ice skaters in the sunken plaza with the gilded statue of Prometheus (sculpted by Paul Manship) and the gardens lined with illuminated angels.

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How to Get in the Christmas Spirit

Author: Santa | Filed under: Mood Monday Dec 8,2008

Christmas is supposed to be a time of peace, love and goodwill to all. But with all the stress and commotion of the season, many of us end up feeling more like Mr. Scrooge than Santa Claus.

Here are some instructions on how to get into the Christmas spirit:

Step 1: Shop early. Nothing takes away the Christmas spirit like fighting for parking and struggling through crowds.

Step 2: Wish people that you meet in stores and other casual environments a happy holiday. Say it with a smile.

Step 3: Drop spare coins in the Salvation Army collection buckets.

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The Christmas Spirit

Author: Santa | Filed under: Poetry Monday Dec 8,2008

I enter the home of poverty,
causing pale-faced children to open their
eyes wide in pleased wonder.

I cause the miser’s clutched hand to relax,
and thus paint a bright spot on his soul.

I cause the aged to renew their youth
and to laugh in the glad old way.

I keep romance alive in the heart of childhood,
and brighten sleep with dreams woven of magic.

I cause eager feet to climb dark stairways
with filled baskets, leaving behind hearts
amazed at the goodness of the world.

I cause the prodigal to pause a moment on his wild,
wasteful way, and send to anxious love some little token
that releases glad tears –
tears which wash away the hard lines of sorrow.

I enter dark prison cells,
reminding scarred manhood of what might have been,
and pointing forward to good days yet to come.

I come softly into the still, white home of pain,
and lips that are too weak to speak
just tremble in silent, eloquent gratitude.

In a thousand ways
I cause the weary world to look up into the face of God
and for a little moment
forget the things that are small and wretched.

I am the Christmas Spirit!

—Author Unknown, from Thomas S. Monson,
"In Search of the Christmas Spirit," Ensign, Dec 1987.

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