Silent Night

There are no jingle bells for it is a silent night. Heaven and nature sing, but their song is of sorrow and loss, not of comfort or joy.

Our decked halls are still and we quake at the sight of neighboring tears falling on what is no longer looking a lot like Christmas. Painfully, we have nothing to offer…no fine gift to honor him or comfort them.

Hark! The angels do sing for they received another in their fold, one who left us much too soon.

Sleep in heAvenLy pEaCe.



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