By early afternoon, the clouds started to roll in, and by the two o'clock hour it looked like evening. There was lightning, thunder, and pouring rain. Miss G was terrified of the thunder ... to the point she got to take a nap in mommy and daddy's big bed.
With both of my girls sleeping, I listened to the peacefulness of the down pour. I sat in my make shift office, also known as the dining room table -- lap top open, brain swirling with ideas, and basking in the glow of the Christmas tree. I looked at the ornaments on my tree for inspiration on which Christmas song to write about today.
I spent twenty minutes or longer snapping pics of snowmen, santas, and glittery pretties hung on my tree. I had nothing. Looking out the front window, I saw the candles in the window sill. So peaceful. So silent. So pretty. Such a beautiful display of light and hope against the backdrop of the rain falling from the gloomy, December sky. My mind instantly went to that first Christmas night - when the Light of the World was born in a manger. A silent night. A holy night. Perfect.
Merry Christmas!
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