And there were shepherds living out in the fields nearby, keeping watch over their flocks at night. Luke 2:8
On Christmas Eve, we'll gather with our minions at my Dad's for a feast and the flurry of gifts. My favorite part, though, is the reading of the real Christmas story in Luke. The honor rotates each year among my sons, my sister's boys, and then a couple of years ago, the mantle was passed to my grandson. Quite a lot of words for an eight-year-old to master, and he did a beautiful job. I don't know who will read this year, but I know my heart will swell as always. Tell me the story of Jesus. I never tire of hearing it.
Blessings to all of you who have visited my writing cafe this year. I'll pop in next week with my reading favorites of 2007 and tell you what I'll be reading next year.
Until then, have a merry, merry Christmas.
1 comment:
What a sweet family tradition, Carla. Blessings to you and yours this Christmas! Oh, and is that really Zelda, or her Hollywood stunt dog?
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