The earth has grown old with its burden of care,
but at Christmas it always is young,
the heart of the jewel burns lustrous and fair,
and its soul full of music breaks the air,
when the song of angels is sung.
Every gift which is given,
even though is be small,
is in reality great,
if it is given with affection.
Treasure the love you receive above all.
It will survive long after your good health has vanished.
Love is always bestowed as a gift
– freely, willingly and without expectation.
We don’t love to be loved; we love to love.
Love always creates, it never destroys.
In this lies man’s only promise.