I spent my precious Christmas day with old sick folks that I never knew, and to see some of them tear, laugh, clap, or listen was a present enough. It wasn’t my first time, but it touches me every time. Most of them were alone and I just wanted to show them that they weren’t.
I went in with the purpose of singing carols and showering them with love, but I left the hospital FEELING LOVED.
I guess when you give, you actually receive.
“No parties Estelle?” People seemed disappointed and shocked.
“Why Not?” I wouldn’t celebrate Christmas any other way.
Could Christmas be any more awesome than this?