Christmas Spirit with Christmas Quotes & Loving Tales / Letters

"Christmas is the season for kindling the fire of hospitality in the hall, the genial flame of charity in the heart."  ~ Washington Irving

Today with one day left of my series in Christmas Spirit you will receive two letters, one letter is my own where I share with you more of my thoughts about the true Christmas Spirit in my Let's make traditions letter. The second is A letter  from Santa Claus and written by author Mark Twain. I also found a good article in national geographic with facts about the origin of Saint_Nicholas our known Santa Claus.

Let's make traditions Letter
Christmas the most loved but also for many scary time of the year, the time when loneliness feels so overwhelming for the lonely and create the most hurtful pain of them all - the pain of feeling unloved and unwanted. This the most loving time of the year is also the most painful time of the year when many decide to rather die then go through the tremendous pain they feel, their heart can't bear! 

So let's create traditions that shows love to the lonely as true spirit of the Christmas that we are never alone, let's be kind to the lonely ones and the unloved not because of pity but because it's how it should be. Let's create traditions which honor the Christmas spirit as the newborn child on Christmas eve teaches and as Saint_Nicholas  the known Santa Claus  protector of children shows us, protect and care. Let us with our presence be the ones who create brightness in the dark even if it is with a heartwarming word and a soulful loving smile. And let us be a promise for those lonely hearts that it's true the love was born at Christmas and every Christmas eve get strength by the loving season and last until next time it's Christmas! 




A Letter from Santa Claus

Palace of Saint Nicholas in the Moon
Christmas Morning



My Dear Susy Clemens,


I have received and read all the letters which you and your little
sister have written me . . . . I can read your and your baby
sister's jagged and fantastic marks without any trouble at all. But
I had trouble with those letters which you dictated through your
mother and the nurses, for I am a foreigner and cannot read English
writing well. You will find that I made no mistakes about the things
which you and the baby ordered in your own letters--I went down your
chimney at midnight when you were asleep and delivered them all
myself--and kissed both of you, too . . . . But . . . there
were . . . one or two small orders which I could not fill because we

ran out of stock . . . .

There was a word or two in your mama's letter which . . . I took to

be "a trunk full of doll's clothes." Is that it? I will call at your

kitchen door about nine o'clock this morning to inquire. But I must

not see anybody and I must not speak to anybody but you. When the

kitchen doorbell rings, George must be blindfolded and sent to the

door. You must tell George he must walk on tiptoe and not speak--

otherwise he will die someday. Then you must go up to the nursery

and stand on a chair or the nurse's bed and put your ear to the

speaking tube that leads down to the kitchen and when I whistle

through it you must speak in the tube and say, "Welcome, Santa

Claus!" Then I will ask whether it was a trunk you ordered or not.

If you say it was, I shall ask you what color you want the trunk to

be . . . and then you must tell me every single thing in detail

which you want the trunk to contain. Then when I say "Good-by and a

merry Christmas to my little Susy Clemens," you must say "Good-by,

good old Santa Claus, I thank you very much." Then you must go down

into the library and make George close all the doors that open into

the main hall, and everybody must keep still for a little while. I

will go to the moon and get those things and in a few minutes I will

come down the chimney that belongs to the fireplace that is in the

hall--if it is a trunk you want--because I couldn't get such a thing

as a trunk down the nursery chimney, you know . . . .If I should

leave any snow in the hall, you must tell George to sweep it into

the fireplace, for I haven't time to do such things. George must not

use a broom, but a rag--else he will die someday . . . . If my boot

should leave a stain on the marble, George must not holystone it

away. Leave it there always in memory of my visit; and whenever you

look at it or show it to anybody you must let it remind you to be a

good little girl. Whenever you are naughty and someone points to

that mark which your good old Santa Claus's boot made on the marble,

what will you say, little sweetheart?

Good-by for a few minutes, till I come down to the world and ring the kitchen doorbell.

Your loving Santa Claus

Whom people sometimes call

"The Man in the Moon"

At Christmas 

A man is at his finest towards the finish of the year; He is almost what he should be when the Christmas season's here;Then he's thinking more of others than he's thought the months before,And the laughter of his children is a joy worth toiling for.He is less a selfish creature than at any other time;When the Christmas spirit rules him he comes close to the sublime...

~Edgar Guest

Merry Christmas to all!

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