And all that excited about the house not a creature, not even a mouse. There is one person in our Western culture that was still alive today in 1823 led not to hear or read Clement Clark Moore poem "The Visit of St. Nicholas." Regardless of religious beliefs and traditions, not the spirit of warmth and generosity of the season fail to touch all but the most broken heart. I think it is important to note that absolutely none of us escape life is greatTransitions and traumas, without any wound and fractures. At some level, must, as you go through the passage of 'years, some of us with images of abject poverty that so often seem to connect in the traditional stories of the season. Despite what we have, despite our personal achievements, remains a corner of our soul, which, especially today, need a hug.

When I was little, we had a cat named Boots, a sturdy black man with pure white paws, a white nose and whiteStars on the chest. It 'was dissolved, the Angora, with a plume tail. One day we found out that Boots had an infection in one of his eyes. She wept and more of a mess. In the bathroom, my mother gently clean the boat and stopped before the symptoms of infection with warm water and a soft cloth. Boots fought, but only half-heartedly. He went after my mother's hands with its claws, but careful not to scratch it. He opened his mouth to bite, but no teeth to fall at the same time that hewas in pain because he knows that his mother tried to help him, so he let them know that bad, but never bad back. In a very short time, the eye was healed and Boots as new, but the lesson that made a big impression on me.

E 'in these times of transition (between childhood and adolescence, between adulthood and maturity, and between a roaring economy and a recession), more acute that we feel our most evil secret. These often appear as free-floating anxiety: fear,Anguish and anger that only seem to have little or no cause that we believe, without further notice. How can the lament cat Boots, us, our claws and fangs put in our naked people around us: a lot of time, those who are more aware of our welfare in mind. You can be who you are in a transitional phase that the best you can do in this holiday season is to retract their claws and teeth do not allow your anger to those who really like to sink. . . no matter how bad or be angry. Rememberthat the harsh words that do not say never, be withdrawn. A good rule (especially if you have pain) is considered the pen and tongue. This little guide could save many occasions when you are forced to eat crow.

Such as Boots the cat, the discomfort you may feel (and can thus be reinforced during the summer season) is from the wounds you, pungent, not all, do anyone for you. If you're on your way toPoverty, when they say that you are a victim of others' thoughts, words or deeds, success only to deepen their sense of isolation and alienation. You can deepen your own pain, affecting those around you. After living with the remorse and regret poles only sorrow upon sorrow in empty vacuum that poverty in poverty. All this is avoidable, if only we could learn to say, instead of "Ow, I hurt" love for us.

Love: The word we amorphousin deep intimacy with one another, and yet, the tool can be so profound separation. If I had a prayer, would be that most would never say to another: 'I love you, but I have not in love with you. "This is the final betrayal of the transition of middle age: identification of the decision to combine a life together, intimacy, as you can after the other to feel at any given time. You can see that your loss of a sense of affection can penetrate the loss of aFeelings of affection for himself? It could be that your feelings of anger and betrayal towards what you say you love is rooted in a feeling of anger and betrayal, as you did your life? In mid-life, this is a very frequent event. Sensing their poverty, is unconsciously tap into any and everything that reminds you of your pain. However, your anger, pushing away the very people most in need at this time.

It is the night before Christmas. L 'The stockings are hung from the chimney with care. All that is needed is an open heart to serve the open hearth to welcome St. Nick. Would you be surprised to learn that alleviate the spirit of the holidays, your poverty, your sorrow and pain you can actually every day. It 's just that during the holidays, you Have a very special gift: given the opportunity to recognize that it is just a little' clearer ("A right jolly old elf") and welcome him just a little 'more than we can achieve doat any other time of year. "Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!"