It is His birth we are soon to celebrate, with our hearts overflowing with joy and gratitude, just as we celebrate and rejoice at the birth of Love’s Ideas whenever they appear in our consciousness. Thus the Christ-Mass sings in our hearts, not only at this glad Season, but all through the months which are soon to unfold their secrets to us.

And so we greet you all, this Birthday of the One we call Christ. To Him were given gold, frankincense, and myrrh; but as we worship, honour and love Him, may we as givers of gifts ponder upon the observance of the custom. May we know that the gifts we give be always as gold to those who love us; as incense, cheering those whom we meet; and may the true inspiration of all motive behind our gifts be Divine Love.

MY GIFT

I send to you no pretty gift,
This holy Christmas Day,
But something you may ever keep
And never give away.

Here’s Love—wrapped up in tenderness;
And folded all about
Are ribbons of good wishes,
That nothing may fall out.

’Tis stamped with Hope, and sealed
With Faith, that friendship will abide,
As long as memories remain
Of Christ—and Christmastide.