On Christmas Eve many years ago I laid quietly in my bed. I did not rustle the sheets, I breathed slowly and silently. I was listening for a sound I was afraid I’d never hear: the sound of Santa’s sleigh bells.
This bell is a wonderful symbol of the spirit of Christmas – as am I. Just remember, the true spirit of Christmas lies in your heart.
The thing about trains… it doesn’t matter where they’re going. What matters is deciding to get on.
Seeing is believing, but sometimes the most real things in the world are the things we can’t see.
Now, young man, Christmas may not be important to some people, but it is very important to the rest of us!
I suggest we all hold on… TIGHTLY!
There is no greater gift than friendship.
believe…I believe…I believe
At one time most of my friends could hear the bell, but as years passed it fell silent for all of them. Even Sarah found one Christmas that she could no longer hear its sweet sound. Though I’ve grown old the bell still rings for me, as it does for all who truly believe.
This shoot is dedicated to my three little men.
May you always hold onto the beauty and magic of believing. May your hearts always remain as pure as they do during these days. May you always hear the bell even as others do not.
