It all started when I just recently went to the nursing home, with my grandma, a friend and her mom to bring the joy of Christmas, like snow white snow. The afternoon was going very swell, and the patients were really enjoying their visitation dwells. Nap time was present and a few were awake, but the majority of patients were dreaming of sugar plums dancing in their heads and aches. The clock was a ticking and the time would soon come, but we still had a few days till the Christmas day would have begun. The old little man whose wife just died, who would've known he lived nearby. Or the slowly crippling woman, as sweet as a peach, would be related to little old me. And the smiling sisters that we see every time, who send a wave and say thank you before we go on our way. Each in their kindness, humility, and peace, all they ask for is a prayer please. Their families, their children, their uncles and aunts, but rarely who? Themselves. So easy to listen and act like ...
