It is an endless season of love.
We arrive at this last session of the year with hearts bursting with joy and fulfillment. We immerse ourselves in the joys that magnify the meaning of all that is of love. The treasure trove of ornaments that abound depicts the message of love. It is the heartwarming spirit that overflows within the entire universe of love.
The ambience of the yuletide brings a measure of expectation. It is as immeasurable and pristine as the falling snow, or the brilliant sunshine dancing over the glistening ocean waves. It sings of the spirit of a love that knows no end and reminds us that we are one with the All.
The beauteous nature of humankind, expressed as a nurturing paragon of justice, is embedded in the clarion call to worship at the foothills of time. It seethes with the expectations of a love divine, imprinted in the fabric of a universal intent. It brings a message of love, borne on the wings of love to a destination yet unknown. And it whispers of the principles of a momentous union of souls in avid declarations of love. We seethe with the passions of a springtime that is yet to unfold.
The merrymaking and joyousness ascribed in all corners of the globe is redolent of the promise of a season that never ends.
The untold story of Christmas affirms that all that nature offers is yet to be brought to light, amid the ethereal insinuations of a love that is endlessly portrayed within the multiparous habitats of human engagement. Therefore, love is the story of Christmas. It heralds the unity of all. And it is expressed beyond the imaginative aspirations of all that clouds the vision yet dwells within the soul.
These purposeful and indicative experiences engage our present and our past. And they reignite the embers of a memory that is long submerged beneath the surface of human thought. The supremacy of all that is of love remains elusive. Yet it is apparent in its appeal to the hearts that express the feeling of Christmas as a season of a love that is endless and divine.
