Tonight I want to tell you a story about an empty stocking. Once upon a 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 the centuries. We celebrate it with stars on Christmas trees and the cry of bells and gifts - but especially with gifts. You give me a book. I give you a tie. Aunt Martha always wanted an orange squeezer and Uncle Henry could do with a new pipe. Oh, we forget nobody, adult or child. All the stockings are filled. All that is, except one. We have even forgotten to hang it up. A stocking for the child born in a manger. It's his birthday we're celebrating. Don’t let us ever forget that. Let's ask ourselves what He would wish for most. And then let each put in his or her share - loving kindness - warm hearts - and the stretched out hand of tolerance - all the shining gifts that make peace on earth.
Short, to the point, and delivers a beautiful and powerful message.