I was talking with a friend of mine the other day, who happens to be a teacher in a middle school. Now I didn't really catch if this was her class, or another teachers class.
A few years after I was born, my Dad met a stranger who was new to our small Texas town.
A small boy at summer camp received a large package of cookies in the mail from his mother. He ate a few, and then placed the remainder under his bed.
Not too long ago in a place not too far away, a field mouse asked a wise old owl what is the weight of a snowflake. "Why nothing more than nothing," answered the owl.
I am a Jew, and every single one of my ancestors was Jewish. And it does not bother me even a little bit when people call those beautiful lit up, bejeweled trees, Christmas trees..
He is the First and Last, The Beginning and the End! He is the keeper of Creation and the Creator of all!
There comes a point in your life when you realize who matters, who never did, who won't anymore, and who always will.
Three years ago, a little boy and his grandmother came to see my Santa at Mayfair Mall in Wisconsin. The child climbed up on his lap, holding a picture of a little girl.