It’s Christmas Eve morning.
Fat flakes of snow are falling. The tree is glowing with lights, glistening with beautiful ornaments, and overflowing with presents.
The stairs are creaking; I’m no longer the only one awake.
One more day.
It’s Christmas Eve morning.
Fat flakes of snow are falling. The tree is glowing with lights, glistening with beautiful ornaments, and overflowing with presents.
The stairs are creaking; I’m no longer the only one awake.
One more day.
Merry Christmas D. I hope your having a wonderful time with the family.
Love you,
Chelle