marife figueroa

(december 12,1972 / botolan, zambales, philippines)

CHRISTMAS


December is a month of LOVE and FORGIVENESS
A time of giving of our selves to others
A time when people get together
and a time where Lovers give time for each other.

This is the time for Yuletide carols
Where choirs sings in every houses
Giving joy to all the family
for their simple songs that Christmas brings.

This is also the time for giving of our selves
To share the blessings that we have to others
That we brings joy to them
So that they feel the spirit of Christmas too.

Christmas won't be the same without helping others
Helping them that comes from the heart
Christmas has no meaning without giving of ourselves
Because we are an instrument of Gods LOVE this Christmas.

Submitted: Wednesday, December 08, 2010
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