Christmas is a season for kindling the fire for hospitality in the hall, the genial flame of charity in the heart.

Christmas! 'Tis the season for kindling the fire of hospitality in the hall, the genial fire of charity in the heart

It is, indeed, the season of regenerated feeling--the season for kindling, not merely the fire of hospitality in the hall, but the genial flame of charity in the heart.

As I sat on a sunny bank On Christmas day in the morning I spied three ships come sailing in.

...in the distance across the dark fields I saw a flame. With the rainy season, the fireflies had long since disappeared. What then could this be? The flame flickered, now brightly, no dimly, and sometimes it glowed like a halo, as if it had sunk deep into water.
I was frightened by this flame. For in my heart I, too, carried a flame.

There was one particularly heart-stopping moment when Joaquin Phoenix walked into Mass on Christmas Eve after a fire, and it was a beautiful moment. It couldn't have lasted more than 20 or 30 seconds, but it made you forget how little of that there is in movies today.