AS I reflect on Christmas during my childhood days which was long ago, a feeling of sadness and longing flood my heart. I was born in a large family in which material prosperity did not abound.
We were taught by godly parents the dignity of hard work, honesty, respect and truthfulness.
We learnt that poverty was no hindrance to excellence and that heaven's greatest gift was robed in swaddling clothes.
Christmas then was not the time to engage in commercial racket and outrageous behaviour, to heap up cents even if it is tainted by the way it is acquired.
