I love Christmas because it reminds me of calm and peace. When I was a kid, we would have a great feast, family and gifts. We did not believe in Santa. We do believe in Jesus, but my Granny said it’s not His birthday. She said we should celebrate Jesus’ birth and death everyday. I asked how? Granny said, by helping people who have no food or no place to live. Help other people she said.
I remember my Jesus and my Granny by helping others. My Granny and Grandpa were share cropper with 12 children. They always had a home and plenty of food. My mom, aunts, and uncles have related stories to me about Granny feeding others year around that did not have enough food. She would also offer people a place to stay if they needed a place.
So what does Christmas mean to me? Loving others and helping when I can. I always feel blessed to feed others that have no food. I have had the opportunity to pass this on to my family.
It has been such a blessing to see my wife and kids go to Mexico, Africa, Skid Row in Los Angeles and feed the hungry.
I have been blessed and will continue to serve Him who has blessed me.
P.S. I have attached a picture of my new puppy. I have not named her yet.
God Bless Everyone and Merry Christmas