Turning for a moment from all the hostile nonsense that goes on in the world, we offer this:
An unknown author wrote:--Thomas S. Monson, "In Search of the Christmas Spirit," Ensign, Dec. 1987, 4-5.
"I am the Christmas Spirit.
"I enter the home of poverty, causing pale-faced children to open their eyes wide in pleased wonder.
"I cause the miser's clutched hand to relax and thus paint a bright spot on his soul.
"I cause the aged to renew their youth and to laugh in the glad old way.
"I keep romance alive in the heart of childhood and brighten sleep with dreams woven of magic.
"I cause eager feet to climb dark stairways with filled baskets, leaving behind them hearts amazed at the goodness of the world.
"I cause the prodigal to pause a moment on his wild, wasteful way, and send to anxious love some little token that releases glad tears--tears which wash away the hard lines of sorrow.
"I enter dark prison cells, reminding scarred manhood of what might have been, and pointing forward to good days yet to come.
"I come softly into the still, white home of pain; and lips that are too weak to speak just tremble in silent, eloquent gratitude.
"In a thousand ways I cause the weary world to look up into the face of God, and for a little moment forget the things that are small and wretched.
"I am the Christmas Spirit."
This is the spirit each true Christian seeks. This is the spirit I pray each may find. This is the Christ spirit. No quest is so universal, no undertaking so richly rewarding, no effort so ennobling, no purpose so divine. The Christmas season seems to prompt anew that yearning, that seeking to emulate the Savior of the world.