A baby and her dad are fast asleep, and I'm fighting
heavy eye lids because I know that at this time tomorrow I will be saying
"I can't believe it's over already." So, I'm enjoying O Holy Night on repeat,
the smell of our tiny tree, and my hundredth cup of hot chocolate for the season.
Tonight I've slowed down to remember one amazing thing.
A couple thousand years ago,
God saw fit to send his baby boy to die for me, and you, and her…
Merry Christmas, friend.
I hope you are somewhere getting punched in the gut by this holy night too.