A Fat Beggars’ Christmas tradition… Here is the annual re-post offered yet again this Christmas Eve. Yet I pray it be unnecessary and irrelevant next year…
(The following is the Fat Beggars traditional Christmas Eve post. May it prompt readers to open their homes tonight.)
It’s Christmas eve now. A night filled with expectation. Expectation of God. Expectation of LOVE. The candles lit, the stockings hung, the Christ-child is in his manger, and all through the house… not a creature is stirring, not even a mouse.
This is Christmas – ground zero.
And my heart hurts for anyone who does not have a home to be in tonight. For anyone who is not with their family.
I really want you here with me, celebrating. We have a fire. We have some hot chocolate. There is room for one more.
It might be meager, but if you ain’t too proud, you can fit in here.
I am thinking of you just now, as the flames burn low and…
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