The Work of Christmas
When the song of the angels is stilled,
When the star in the sky is gone,
When the kings and princes are home,
When the shepherds are back with their flock,
The work of Christmas begins:
To find the lost,
To heal the broken,
To feed the hungry,
To release the prisoner,
To rebuild the nations,
To bring peace among people,
To make music in the heart.
- The Mood of Christmas by Howard Thurman
Trying to come to the aid of his Father, who was stopped by an officer for speeding, the lil' tyke piped up:
A man's greatest care should be for that place where he dwells longest; therefore eternity should be in his scope!
"Our Father which art in heaven."
My wife and I get along just great, except that she's a "backseat driver" second to none.