President's Message from Ann Long -- 


   Dear UPSC Members,
  
   Tis' the season. I have found a poem about Christmas spirit, by E.C. Baird. I will only do a portion of the poem. I hope I do not offend anyone. If you know me. You know I am not a politically correct person.

Christmas Spirit_ I am Christmas spirit!
I enter the home of poverty, causing palefaced children to open their eyes wide, in pleased wonder.
I cause the miser's clutched hand to relax, and thus paint a bright spot on his soul.
I cause the aged to renew their youth and to laugh in the old, glad way.
I cause the prodigal to pause a moment on his wild, wasteful way, and send to anxious love some little token that releases glad tears_tears which wash away the hard lines of sorrow.
I come softly into the still, white home of pain, and lips that are too weak to speak just tremble in silent eloquent gratitude.
In a thousand ways I cause the weary world to look up into the face of God, and for a little moment forget the things that are small and wretched.
I am the Christmas spirit.

MERRY CHRISTMAS to All!

Ann