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"Giftmas" Or Christmas?

Jolly old St. Nicholas, lean your ear this way. There’s something to be said for the Santa role you play. You bring happiness to children with bikes, and dolls and toys, and instill the Christmas spirit into grown-up girls and boys. But you know the greatest gift isn’t found upon your sled, and it isn’t all the sugar plumbs that dance in children’s heads. It is not one brought by Dasher, or by Donner, or by Dancer. It came wrapped in swaddling clothing. Even Santa knows the answer. The greatest gift is Jesus Christ. The Savior of the earth. And Christmas is the special day we celebrate His birth Christ was born into the world and taught us all He could. He knows if we’ve been good or bad, and hopes we’ll all be good. Santa, we’ll enjoy the gifts that on Christmas come our way but it’s not gifts,…It’s Christ the Lord, we celebrate this day!
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Nov 27, 2011
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