The Birth of our Saviour!
Oh, the beauty of that night of long ago holds so much truth and glory!
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Today being Christmas Eve,
holds so much anticipation!
Some traditions at our house when my girls were little,
My 2 daughters were able to open one gift each --prechoosen by me :)
This one package included a warm, soft, fuzzy, flannel nightie that I made earlier in the month along with a Boyd bear and a specially selected book.
Once the girls were changed into their new yummy, cozy nighties, Daddy would read the Christmas story.
Oh, not in the normal fashion....we would all gather around the Christmas tree on our tummies. At the foot of the tree was our vintage nativity scene as Jesus was our favorite gift of all! We would have all the lights turned out except the twinkle of the Christmas lights on the tree and candles. Daddy had a flashlight and would shine the light on each figure of the nativity scene as it came into play in the story.
Once the story was told and the girls had a chance to re-tell their version with the flashlight and we giggled and played a little. The girls were tucked into bed with their new teddy bear and book. It was so hard to leave the girls as they were so snuggly soft in their flannel nighties. I loved hugging them as they were so cuddly!! LOL! I remember that so well! :)
They were then left to dream of the sweet anticipation of what tomorrow would bring...
So many sweet traditions...each family having their own.
Not so important as to what the traditions are as long as they are special!!
My daughters to this day at the ages of 25 and 23 love love love the traditions of our little family! Some old and some I created! My daughter now with her 2 daughters is carrying on some of the traditions she knew as a child and also creating a few of her own!
Whatever your traditions are, I wish you
a very blessed and wonderful
CHRISTmas!
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| My granddaughters helping decorate my tree a few weeks ago... :) |
"It Came Upon The Midnight Clear"
"It came upon the midnight clear,
That glorious song of old,
From angels bending near the earth,
To touch their harps of gold:
"Peace on the earth, goodwill to men
From heavens all gracious King!"
The world in solemn stillness lay
To hear the angels sing.
Still through the cloven skies they come,
With peaceful wings unfurled;
And still their heavenly music floats
O'er all the weary world:
Above its sad and lowly plains
They bend on hovering wing,
And ever o'er its Babel sounds
The blessed angels sing.
O ye beneath life's crushing load,
Whose forms are bending low,
Who toil along the climbing way
With painful steps and slow;
Look now, for glad and golden hours
Come swiftly on the wing;
Oh rest beside the weary road
And hear the angels sing.
For lo! the days are hastening on,
By prophets seen of old,
When with the ever-circling years
Shall come the time foretold,
When the new heaven and earth shall own
The Prince of Peace, their King,
And the whole world send back the song
Which now the angels sing."
