A little girl was going to church one Christmas eve to worship the birth of the christ child, she had wanted to take some flowers to lay at the alter to celebrate his birth. But being very poor and never having enough she stopped along side the road. She picked some weeds and fashioned them into a makeshift bouquet. This was the best she could do. She entered the church and knelt at the alter to pray and lay down her boquet at the alter, and as she was praying the weeds burst into the most vivid red blooms, and were named the poinsettia. So sometimes it is not what we give but what is in our hearts as we give even if it is just of ourselves.