As you celebrate the miracle of this
special season, may your heart be filled with joy and peace.

Frances Murphy (Toni) Draper and
the entire AFRO Family



Holiday Greetings from the AFRO


A Poem we shared during our Annual Christmas Zoom Party December 23, 2021

Published in the AFRO December 24, 1932 by guest contributing writer, Edgar A. Guest

A man is at his finest toward the finish of the year;

He is almost what he should be when the Christmas season’s here

Then he’s thinking more of others than he’s thought the months before,

And the laughter of his children is a joy worth toiling for.


He is less a selfish creature than at any other time;

When the Christmas spirit rules him he comes close to the sublime.

When it’s Christmas man is bigger and is better in his part;

He is keener for the service that is prompted by the heart.


All the petty thoughts and narrow seem to vanish for a while,

And the true reward he’s seeking is the glory of a smile.

Then for others he is toiling and somehow it seems to me

That at Christmas he is almost what God wanted him to be.


Man is ever in a struggle and he’s oft misunderstood;

There are days the worst that’s in him is the master of the good.

But at Christmas kindness rules him and he puts himself aside

And his petty hates are vanished and his heart is opened wide.

Oh I don’t know how to say it, but somehow it seems to me

That at Christmas man is almost what God sent him here to be.