I remember…
…going together to a friend’s house each Christmas Eve so we could watch him dress in a Santa suit and hand out gifts to his extended family. 
 
From the book “The Prophet” by Kahlil Gibran
Love has no desire but to fulfill itself. 
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. 
To wake at dawn with a winged heart
And give thanks for another day of loving.