“Tonight I want to tell you the story of the empty stocking.

Once upon a time on midnight clear there was a Child's cry,

a blazing star hung over a stable and

wise men came with birthday gifts.

We haven't forgotten that night down through the centuries,

We celebrate it with stars hung on the Christmas tree

and the cry of bells and gifts.

Especially with gifts.

We buy them and wrap them and put them under the tree.

You give a tie; I give you a book,

Cousin Martha always wanted an orange squeezer

and Uncle Harry could use a new pipe.

Oh we forget no one, adult or child.

All the stockings are full - all, that is, but one. 

We have even forgotten to hang it up.

A stocking for the Christ child born in the manger. 

It's his birthday we're celebrating - let's not forget that.

Let's ask ourselves what He would wish for most,

then let each of us put in our share: 

Loving Kindness, Warm Hearts, a Forgiving Spirit,

a Generous Life - all shining gifts which make up

God's Peace On Earth."