And the more you spend in blessing The poor and lonely and sad, The more of your heart's possessing Returns to you glad.
Blow, bugles of battle, the marches of peace; East, west, north, and south let the long quarrel cease; Sing the song of great joy that the angels began, Sing the glory to God and of good-will to man!
A little smile, a word of cheer, A bit of love from someone near, A little gift from one held dear, Best wishes for the coming year. These make a merry christmas!
the joy that you give to others is the joy that comes back to you