Christmas has always been a special time for me. Lights, music, food, family, giving, receiving, food… Did I say food? Yup – it’s made me the man I am today.
This’ll be my fourth Christmas in
We were warm, happy, well-fed, and overwhelmed with toys (and books and socks). I’ve come to learn that not everyone is so fortunate or blessed. Some will spend this Christmas unsure of their next meal – what or where it will be, or whether it will be at all. Parents and kids alike. Our church, like so many others, has made a special effort this year to provide gifts of toys, warm clothing, and food. It’s amazing to see how good people in terrible economic times will give, many beyond their means, to help those whose situation may be only slightly worse than their own. God bless you all!
I'm including a poem I was led to write my first Christmas in Boise.
‘Twas the world after Christmas,