I spent Christmas in a little town where everyone knew each other, a town where people were part of the fabric of the community instead of just individuals going to and from work. I spent Christmas in a little town where there were no malls, no chain stores, no all-you-can-eat buffets, no billboards promoting luxury watches or designer fragrances, no inflatable Santas and reindeer. I spent Christmas in a little town where celebrating the birth of Christ didn’t involve buying piles of plastic junk, sacks of candy crapola, loads of cheap clothes from China, or a selection of violent video games . In this little town, the spirit of Christ was honored by greeting neighbors, sharing smiles, laughter, and conversation, giving thanks for good health and sound shelter, and by offering hospitality and kindness to a traveller from a distant land. In the simple act of communing with others, the Christ spirit was everywhere.
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