For many the Christmas spirit is one of profound sadness, increased depression because all that is wrong in life. One poet described this the sentiment in this poem:Christmas is a bitter day for mothers who are poor.The wistful eyes of children are daggers to endure.Though shops are crammed with playthings, enough for everyone,if a mother’s purse is empty, there might as well be none.And then the poet ended with these words,“My purse is full of money, but I cannot buy a toy,only a wreath of holly for the grave of my little boy.”Let us be thankful; and let us be kind to those in need.
