No time to wait…time to go. We are on our way. Santa Claus is coming to town. He knows if we have been naughty or nice. He is making a list and checking it twice. The rain is falling the lights are calling.

The sleigh is clean, the packages are brilliant, bells are ringing, songs are to be sung, and laughter fills the air. It’s a different world, annew focus.

A Christmas Cigar at the Cigar Bar. No ill thoughts, mean deeds, or hurtful words. The path is snow-covered. The Deer Family nods and smiles. The trees are decorated with icicles and snow—not the canned kind but the real thing. Bing Crosby is singing along the sled path. He is wearing a Santa Suit and smoking his pipe, with the smoke encircling his head like a wreath.

Cares be gone… Hope returns… Peace reigns…

The Desire Of The Ages is born in a manger.