I enter the home of poverty, causing pale faced children to open their eyes wide in pleased wonder. I cause the miser's clutched hand to relax, and thus paint a bright spot on his soul. I cause the aged to renew their youth, and to laugh in the glad old way. I keep romance alive in the heart of childhood and brighten sleep with dreams woven of magic. I cause eager feet to climb dark stairways with filled baskets, leaving hearts amazed with the goodness of the world. I cause the prodigal to pause a moment on his wild wasteful way, and send to ageless love some little token that releases glad tears, tears which wash away the hard lines of sorrow. I enter dark prison cells, reminding scarred men of what might have been, and pointing forward to good days yet to come. I come softly into the still white home of pain, and lips that are too weak to speak, just tremble with silent eloquent gratitude. In a thousand ways I cause the weary world to look up into the face of God, and for a little moment, forget the things that are small and wretched. I AM THE CHRISTMAS SPIRIT!