The night before Christmas, I was up way, way late --finishing a certain little boy's Christmas stocking, and wrapping presents, and baking cookies, and cleaning -- we were to host the big Christmas gathering the next day.
In the wee hours of Christmas morning, while I had my Anne Sofie von Otter
and Libera , and-- to my surprise-- public radio playing gorgeous Christmas and sacred music, I finally finished my work and sighed a contented, quiet sigh.
and Libera , and-- to my surprise-- public radio playing gorgeous Christmas and sacred music, I finally finished my work and sighed a contented, quiet sigh.
Everyone was sleeping, and the house was so peaceful -- dark, but for the Christmas lights and the candles -- and the snow was falling outside.
I iced the cookies, and filled the stockings -- which were too full for the pushpins on the mantel --
and, like everyone else, I fell into a warm bed, and fell into a sweet and peaceful sleep.
3 comments:
I love this. Your decorations are so pretty. I hate not having Christmas with you guys. It sucks. :(
Yes, it does! :((((
So beautiful, Moey!
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