On Christmas Eve the other night
I saw the most amazing sight,
for there beneath the Christmas tree
was Santa kneeling on his knee.
His countenance was different than
that all - familiar, jolly grin;
his head was bowed, with hand to breast,
and slightly tucked into his vest.
For there in a nativity
was Jesus and His family,
and as I heard him start to pray
I listened close to what he'd say.
"Lord, You know that You're the reason
I take pleasure in this season.
I don't want to take Your place,
but just reflect Your wondrous grace.
I hope You'll help them understand
I'm just an ordinary man,
who found a way to do Your will
by finding kids with needs to fill.
But all those centuries ago,
there was no way for me to know
that they would make so much of me,
and all the gifts beneath the tree.
They think I have some hidden power
granted at the midnight hour,
but it is my love for You
inspiring the things I do.
And so when they begin to open
gifts for which they have been hoping,
may they give You all the glory,
for You're the One True Christmas story."
I don't know who wrote this, but it has become one of my favorite Christmas poems. At the Children's Christmas Eve Mass at our church towards the end Santa comes in to pray, I just love that part.
Wishing you all Peace and Joy and a very Happy Christmas.

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Easter morning, the bunny brought Nessa a basket and hid eggs all over the place. She had so much fun finding them and she rarely gets candy so the basket of chocolate was almost more than she could fathom! Then we got dressed in our tights, shoes, and sweater all a little too big, our dress borrowed from Alaina at literally the last minute (the dress I ordered didn't come in), but still the most beautiful girl in the world.
and then dipped them in plain old fashioned vinegar and water egg dye.
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