Tis the Season

As the children calmly sleep, snow begins to fall on this quiet Christmas eve. Mom and dad slowly find there way down the hall to pear in on the children all nestled tightly in there beds. Soon after mom and dad would retire to the front room by the fire. Mom with her book and dad with his paper. They too soon would drift of into dream land. They all would dream of Christmases from yesteryear, here and now, and the future. Soon the anticipation would soon pass for another Christmas has come and gone. But don't you worry it soon will return with all it's shimmering lights, love, and laughter. And always remember tis the season.