I recently found this poem, by Garnett Ann Schultz, in a 1957 Christmas Ideals magazine. I was sure my readers would enjoy it, also.
A Little Bit of Christmas
and the whole world seems to glow
With a special sort of laughter
that we love and treasure so --
Nothing more than just some holly
or a wreath upon the door
And it fills our hearts with Christmas
and the season we adore.
Just a little bit of giving
and we know a warmth and pride,
There's a feeling of contentment,
ever growing deep inside --
It is such a pleasant custom
as we tie each package bright
And, however small the present,
it's the thought that brings delight.
Just a little bit of praying
and how very sure we are
That we've found God ever loving,
and we've seen that wondrous star.
There are angel voices singing
and their music fills the air
With a little bit of Christmas
being scattered everywhere.
Just a little bit of knowing
of the meaning of this day
And a little real believing
in the words we kneel and pray,
Just a little bit of sharing,
all the faith it might impart
Just a little bit of Christmas
puts a peace in every heart.
~ Garnett Ann Schultz
Lovely, I thought. Hope you enjoy it too.