On the Elevenfth Day of Christmas

... I am taking a moment from all of the last minute rush and chaos to focus on the true meaning of Christmas, which was first pronounced by the Angel: "Peace on Earth, good will to all." In the spirit of that first Christmas promise, I have shared this poem, first written during World War II, every year with my friends and family.

Kid Stuff

The wise guys

tell me

that Christmas

is Kid Stuff...

Maybe they've got

something there --

Two thousand years ago

three wise guys

chased a star

across a continent

to bring

frankincense and myrrh

to a Kid

born in a manger

with an idea in his head...

And as the bombs

crash

all over the world

today

the real wise guys

know

that we've all

got to go chasing stars

again

in the hope

that we can get back

some of that

Kid Stuff

born two thousand years ago --

Frank Horne

December, 1942

Most of us are just regular people, but each one of us can do something, however small, to spread the promise of peace on earth. We can do something kind for our loved ones when they are having a bad day. We can practice random acts of kindness to total strangers. We can pay it forward. We can volunteer. We can vote. We can pray.

Sometimes I know I have an opportunity to do something but a little voice inside tells me it's so small it won't make a difference so isn't worth the effort. I read somewhere that even though these acts seem minuscule in the grand scheme of things, they are like grains of sand. When enough grains of sand get together, massive beaches are formed.



I am so grateful to be part of the knitting community. So many, many wonderful individuals who find ways to be grains of sand on a regular basis. So many people reaching out to others, spreading peace and goodwill with 2 sticks and some yarn. I love you all!