by teresa
It's here. Christmas. I'm up...alone. The oven is cold...all cookies and treats made (and nibbled).
Santa's been and gone....gifts waiting for children's hands to shake, grope and rip up. Dad is snuggled with the anxious youngsters, keeping all peeking to a minimum. I am sitting here enjoying the quiet before the chaos. All the lights in the house are out except the Christmas tree. I am sitting here thanking God for my life. My hectic, nonstop, late nights, early mornings, exhausting...perfect life. I wouldn't change a single thing. Not one thing.
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