If I decorate my house perfectly with plaid boxes, strands of twinkling lights and shiny balls, but do not show love to my family, I'm just another decorator.
If I slave away in the kitchen baking dozens of cookies, preparing gourmet meals and arranging a beautiful adorned table at mealtime, but do not show love to my family, it profits me nothing.
If I work at the soup kitchen, carol in nursing homes and give all that I have to charity, but do not focus, I have missed the point.
Love stops the cooking to hug a child, steps aside from the decorating to kiss the spouse, is kind, though harried and tired. Love doesn't envy another's house that has coordinated holiday china and table linens. Doesn't yell at the kids to get out of the way, but is thankful they are there to be in the way. Doesn't give only to those who are able to give in return, but rejoices in giving to those who can't.
Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never fails.
Video games will break, pearl necklaces will be lost, golf clubs will rust, but the gift of love will endure forever.