My little guy is tucked snuggly beneath his covers.
Cinnamon rolls have been left to rise.
The fire is all aglow.
Shadows cast by candle flames dance across the dark room.
My heart misses my baby girls.
But Grams and Gramps help to make my spirit bright.
Baby it’s cold outside.
I’m warm though. Here in this place of fractured perfection.
Oh so close.
Blessed tonight.
And every night.
May your Christmas be full. And warm.
May your blessings be many. May you hold them tight.
May His light make bright your path.
Tonight.
And every night.
