are all that are left of this Christmas. The gifts are not nearly as wonderful as the people who wrapped (or in Les' case plastic bagged) them. The true gifts that we receive is the intent behind the gifts that each person had when giving them. Not all are of pure intent, but all want their gifts to be appreciated. And I do appreciate the thought involved and the time the giver spent thinking about what to give me on the day we celebrate Christ's birth.
Because that's what it means to me, Christ was born and I'm the lucky recipient of the gifts we should be giving Him. So it doesn't REALLY matter all that much what exactly I get. Just that the person giving them to me wanted me to feel loved, whether they are a believer or not. And that to me is the greatest thing of all. We give to others so that they feel loved and that is what Christ calls us to do, love others. The cost, or size, or even how rare the gift is just doesn't matter, it's the physical representation of our love for them.
So I am blessed by everyone's love, but most especially by my Brother, my Redeemer, my Savior, my Christ.
