(Bishop’s wife). Emphasis mine
Tonightl I want you tell you a story of an empty stocking.
Once upon a midnight clear, there was a child’s cry, a blazing star hung over a stable and wise men came with their birthday gifts.
We haven’t forgotten that night done centuries ago. We celebrate it with stars on our Christmas trees, with the sounds of bells and with gifts. But with gifts you give me a book, I give you a tie. Aunt Martha had always wanted an orange squeezer. Uncle Henry could use a new pipe. Or we forgot nobody. Adult or a child. All the stockings are filled except one. And we have even forgotten the child born in a Manger. It’s his birthday we’re celebrating. Don’t let us ever forget that.
Let us ask ourselves what he would wish and let us put in his stocking. Share loving kindness and joy with warm hearts. All the shining gifts and a smile make peace on earth and good will to everyone.
And Give yourself a gift of forgiveness and compassion.