‘Twas the night before Christmas when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.  The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow gave the luster of midday to objects below.

We made 3,6,9 cookies for Santa and left him an Ale 8 for a little extra caffeine.  I hope he finds us here in Laurel Beth.

We read the Christmas scriptures and thanked God for all of our blessings.

Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!