A friend gave me a Christmas card with the following poem by Howard Thurman on it:

When the song of the angels is stilled,

When the start in the sky is gone,

When the kings and princes are home,

When the shepherds are back with their flock,

The work of Christmas begins:

To find the lost,

To heal the broken,

To feed the hungry,

To release the prisoner,

To rebuild the nations,

To bring peace among all,

To make music in the heart.

May we all seek to do the work of Christmas today and every day.