It was a very, very long ago. It was Christmas Eve in a little log house in a valley. In those days, Santa Claus really lived. The little boy and his four sisters hung up their stockings. What Santa Claus put into his sisters' stockings, the little boy ought to remember, but he doesn't.
He remembers only what was put into his own stocking. It was a little candy fish. The little boy was happier than a king. For days and days, he gazed longingly upon the fish until it grew gradually smaller and smaller from frequent contact with his tongue.
The good old-fashioned Christmas is so very simple, is a delightful memory. Costly presents and display do not make a Merry Christmas. It is the glow of good fellowship, the abiding faith in the native goodness and tenderness of humanity, the regenerating power of love that hallows Christmas. A Merry Christmas is born out of the longings of the human heart. These longings make life worthwhile. The good Father of us all gives liberally to his children. Therefore, these longings are not in vain. Sunshine and storm, achievements and failures, you and sorrow, all contribute to the growth of a human soul. Christmas is a call to childhood and youth, not for a day, not for a year, but for all the days and years to come.
Oh, for the years of childhood; Give up being young? Never. To grow old is to die. Youth is man's guardian angel. The fountains of youth are the eternal fountains out of which flow the waters of life. Christmas says to all the world be young, courageous, joyful, hopeful, righteous and just. Never did the Star in the East shine so brightly as it shines today. All the nations of the earth are trying to hear the call of the Prince of Peace. His call is, "They kingdom come on earth"- here, now, for you, for me, for all the children of men. Let us, therefore, rejoice and live in the sunshine of a Merry, Merry Christmas.