One of the Christmas traditions of my sister-in-law and nieces is watching the old classic White Christmas.

I’ve managed to avoid this for the past few years, but this year I got to watch Bing Crosby et al dance and sing for our entertainment.

One of the songs has the lyrics,

When I’m worried and I can’t sleep
I count my blessings instead of sheep
And I fall asleep counting my blessings

That’s a good way to live.

There’s lots to worry about at the moment and it’s easy to replay those concerns over and over again.

But the practice of gratitude has enormous benefits.

So tonight, and every night, don’t fixate on your anxieties, let me encourage you to count your blessings.

I’m sure you can think of a few.