Christmas Eve

'Tis midnight, and from the heavenly plains
Is borne the song that angels know;
Unheard by mortals are the strains
That sweetly soothe the Savior's woe.
-William B. Tappan,
"'Tis Midnight, and on Olive’s Brow"

He sees you when you're sleeping. Sleep tight my little ones. Daddy loves you.
Santa Claus is coming.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

you will never see them look this way again