I smell that festive season everyone anticipates yearly. Good for us, we celebrate as we close the chapter of every year. Youngsters long to put on their brand new outfits, markets are usually decorated with green, orange and yellow vegetables and the sound of birds reminds us of what we should expect from our mothers. It’s a period everyone forgets their despair, you’d think a big joyous announcement was made. Well, He who is being celebrated is the Prince of Peace. How can there be chaos? Let’s not forget the songs and lovely decorations that light up the night.
Something keeps coming to mind, what about the less privileged? What is their state on this day? Do they really look up to celebrating? They watch us wine and dine every year and they stare with so much grief. They’ve got kids too but they can’t perform their obligations. What’s piteous is the fact that no one cares, only a few have taken it upon themselves to bless them. We have them around us, in our neighbourhood, churches, offices, etc. Oh, you are wondering why I mentioned all these places? Some people don’t have to beg before you realize they are impoverished.
Now, ask yourself! How many people have I blessed this year? If your answer is none, you have a lot of work to do. Since this season is all about giving, ensure you bless one or two people. It doesn’t have to be something massive, little things go a long way sometimes. Put a smile on someone’s face, don’t pack it all up to yourself. Let’s all share love and care, remember that’s the greatest commandment. Let’s all make this Christmas that which we will live to remember, for good of course.
The more you stretch forth your hands of love, the more you receive. The more you give, the more gorgeous things come to you. So, open up your store, dig and dish out to people. It’s definitely gonna run over.