On the Fourth Day of Christmas my true love gave to me… a good measure, pressed down, shaken together and overflowing. Tis the season to be jolly. A time to give and receive but with more giving than receiving and I’m not talking about standing in Black Friday lines type of giving either. Say the word give and people automatically put a kung-fu claw over their wallets (Protected by Viper, stand back). Everywhere you turn there is somebody asking for something. Can’t pull up to a stoplight or intersection without Brother can you spare a dime knocking on the window. People are stingy by nature, myself included. I DO NOT like to share. What’s mine is mine and what’s yours is yours (or mine if you know me ). Most people are stingy with their money, money I can recoup, but my time, well just call be Ebenezer. Time, unlike money, can’t be replenished. When it’s gone, it’s gone and Lord help if you’ve wasted any. The saying goes, you can’t out-give God and while that is true, you can most certainly try, because even when you fall short, because you will, God loves a cheerful giver. The next time Oliver Twist, Annie, or the Pop Warner Football/Cheerleading teams come a knocking for alms, see if they’ll take a smile, a kind word, a hug, or a listening ear. The reception won’t be any where near as accepting because there was no money involved. You don’t need to be wealthy to possess a giving heart. Don’t give to get, just give. For when you give, you WILL get! I’m a giver, tried to deny it, run from it but just when I thought I was out, they pull me back in. I feel great when I give, like now. I’m giving of myself through the writing of this blog, by way of my time and talent. You are receiving my whit and charm, through the reading of this blog, by way of your time. I gave, you gave, we both got (is that proper English—geesh). My life and everything in it stays fulmpty because I’m always giving, so I need to make sure I have room for my getting. To quote the departed Rick James… Give it to me baby. Shalom.