Seasons greetings to all my readers. The winter solstice is past and we can now look forward to longer days and shorter nights, while we enjoy a really white Christmas in many parts of the world. We have a truly chilly Christmas in the North of India and a warm one down South.
The other day my daughter was humming a Christmas Carol unconsiously replicating the seasons cheer. I could feel the joy bubbling over as my neighbors greeted each other and exclaimed over their holiday plans. It was infectious. My heart leaped up and the whole world seemed to be filled with goodness and fellowship.
So, it was indeed a rude shock to me when I saw a poor old man curled up and shivering on the pavement–homeless, happless, helpless. I felt guilty to be so happy when so many around me had so little or nothing. I promptly removed the shawl that kept me warm and covered him with it. He looked at me so gratefully that tears sprang to my eyes and I felt a spontaneous overwhelming desire to do more.
“But, where do I get the resources?” I wondered as I trudged on, shivering in the thick sweater that I had on under the shawl I had parted with. The bubble within me slowly deflated. The nip in the air that had revived my spirit, seemed unkind and even cruel…
I reviewed my finances and decided the money I had set aside for my Christmas dinner could go towards acquiring a few more shawls and blankets for the poor and needy. I also decided to ask my friends for every bit they could spare. I began the rounds of my friends homes and lo behold, my joy–everyone had something to spare! We soon had a huge pile of rugs, blankets, shawls and plenty of things to share. We bundled it all into a station wagon and went to one of the countless slums that dot our city. Every happy smile we encountered brought an answering smile to our lips.
I felt fulfilled…Sharing and caring–that is the true spirit of Christmas. Merry Christmas to you all once again!







