The Soul Felt Its Worth

Oh holy night, the stars are brightly shining

It is the night of our dear Savior's birth.

Long lay the world in sin and error pining

'Till he appeared and the soul felt its worth.

A thrill of hope, the weary world rejoices

For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn.

Holiest of nights!  So grateful for this day-for my father and stepmother arriving safely, for our beautiful dinner, for a two-hour nap (still getting over this chest cold), for happy children, for their matching gingerbread-people pajamas, for a tray of Christmas cookies, for Finn and Annie reciting "The Night Before Christmas" in its entirety, for the lit tree, and most of all for Emmanuel.  God with us!

Merry Christmas!