Such an humble castle in the air! Christmas morning was surely something to him.

Yet, as the night passed, he went back to the years that had been wasted, with an unavailing bitterness.
He would not turn from the truth, that, with his strength of body and brain to command happiness and growth, his life had been a failure.

I think it was first on that night that the story of the despised Nazarene came to him with a new meaning,--One who came to gather up these broken fragments of lives and save them with His own.

But vaguely, though: Christmas-day as yet was to him the day when love came into the world.

He knew the meaning of that.