-If I decorate my house perfectly with plaid bows, strands of twinkling lights and shiny balls, but do not show love to my family, I'm just another decorator.
-If I slave away in the kitchen, baking dozens of Christmas cookies, preparing gourmet meals and arranging a beautifully adorned table at mealtime, but do not show love to my family, I'm just another cook.
-If I work at the soup kitchen, carol in the nursing home and give all that I have to charity, but do not show love to my family, it profits me nothing.
-If I trim the spruce with shimmering angels and crocheted snowflakes, attend a myriad of holiday parties and sing in the choir's cantata but do not focus on Christ, I have missed the point.
-Love stops the cooking to hug the child.
-Love sets aside the decorating to kiss the husband.
-Love is kind, though harried and tired.
-Love doesn't envy another's home that has coordinated Christmas china and table linens.
-Love doesn't yell at the kids to get out of the way.
-Love doesn't give only to those who are able to give in return but rejoices in giving to those who can't.
-Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
-Love never fails. Video games will break, pearl necklaces will be lost, golf clubs will rust. But giving the gift of love will endure.
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