There was a time when the thought of waking up after 9am on Christmas morning seemed like an impossibility. But our two teens and a twenty-something are snuggled deep into their bed covers with no intentions of awaking to see the day. Imbi is reading something of good cheer and I’m typing this just as the coffee machine announces it’s completion.
Merry Christmas all. May the One who flung the stars into space and then stooped low to become one of us, be in your thoughts and conversations every minute of this day.