#YearEndEchoes

On Valentines Day I got
a dozen hearts made of
chocolate, candy and cardboard.
But I did not give out at least one
‘I love you’.

On Easter I sat through a
long Sunday mass, but I didn’t
hear a word of what the
Priest said.

On Halloween I had no
energy to pretend to be
something else, so instead
I became a better version of myself.

So this December I won’t
celebrate Santa Claus and the
gifts he will bring, but the birth of
Jesus Christ and the
gift of His forgiveness.

This New Year I toast to the
new me: better life,
better person,
better Christian.

New doesn’t always mean better,
but I hope this time it does.

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