By Nancy B. Gibbs While Christmas shopping in a jewelry store, I discovered a clearance table of gilded ornaments. Detailed and delicate in design, each had a personality all its own. I sorted among the hundreds of filigreed masterpieces, picked out a few and took them home. Deciding they were much too pretty to disappear among the clutter of a Christmas tree, I used them instead to decorate small eight-inch wreaths. When I stood back to admire my handiwork, a thought crossed my mind: Wouldn't some of our family and friends like these, too? I raced back to the jewelry store to discover that the stack of ornaments had been reduced even further. This time I bought dozens as I thought of the many people who might enjoy one for the holidays. Armed with a glue gun and bright ribbons of every color, I eagerly began my creative project. The wreaths multiplied like measles and dotted every flat surface in our house. For days, my family tiptoed around, elbowed their way through and slept among the miniature masterpieces. While I tied dainty bows and glued golden ornaments, my mind wandered to Christmases past, and I pondered how special each had been. I thought about others perhaps not so fortunate. Some people in our community didn't have a family to share the joy of Christmas. Some didn't bother with holiday decorations. Some never left their homes to celebrate the season. I nodded my head in determined satisfaction. They would be at the top of my list to receive a little wreath. My husband joined me in the plan, and we set out together to put it into action. We visited the aged. We visited the widowed. We visited the lonely. Each one was thrilled with our cheery stops and immediately hung our small gifts - often the only signs of celebration in their homes. After several days, I realized we had made and given almost two hundred wreaths. Decorated with love and delivered with delight, they filled many homes and hearts with the joy of Christmas. And I came to the simple realization that we were actually the ones who received the greatest blessing that year. We had found our Christmas spirit in the doing. -------------------------------------------- Marilyn L. Ali

Thatis truly the gift of giving! God said it is more bleesed to give than to recieve. I have always lived like that. I love people. God bless you abundantly.

This was a great Forum Marilyn. Thank you for sharing this. We all should find that Christmas Spirit. Your Friend,

Hello Sheila, You are so right...that's what the real Kris Kringle did and tried to enstill in people. As well as what God tells us of course! I wish more people were like that...there are too many unfortunate people that will be going without this Christmas and not that is truly a shame! God Bless You! Marilyn

Hi Lisa, You are so right! I have always wished I had money like the Rockefellers, or Bill Gates, or even some of these movie stars...I do as much as I possibly can for the unfortunate, but I wish I could do more! If I had their kind of money I would adopt so many more families for Christmas, and helping people all during the year wherever I could. Maybe I will get my dream yet! Marilyn