Merry Christmas Everyone

As I write this blog, it's Christmas Eve and I am watching the Santa Claus tracking reports on our local CBS Channel 5. Last update I heard he was in Japan around 10am. I am so excited that he is coming just hope I don’t get some lumps of coal in my stockings…uggggg!

The apple pies are done, so is the pumpkin and the German Chocolate cake is fresh out of the oven, it is going to be the foundation for the “Dessert Eating Extravaganza” tomorrow. While my Christmas dinner menu is just a tad different from my Grandmother's from years past that I can remember, I have spent most of today so far just as she did, preparing for the Christmas eating feast.

Things seem to be in order now. But, now, for the big decision, do I eat a piece of pie or the cake just to make sure it tastes good enough for possible visitors? It's difficult for me to decide which I like the best cake or pie? Things that make my taste buds go hmmmmm? LOL!

You know what? I think that Christmas Eve is actually my favorite time of Christmas.

The anticipation is at its highest, the lights are the brightest, and the feeling of "Goodwill toward men" is the strongest for me. I was just sitting here thinking about one of my early Christmas Eve memories. The first time I left cookies and milk out for Santa. I got up really early before everyone else so no one could get to the tree before me in the hope I could catch Santa there, but all I found was the cookie plate and milk glass both empty and realized Santa had actually been there already and look, TOYS!!!!

Absolutely a magical moment for me, and still is.

Merry Christmas everyone and I hope you enjoy the following poem by Warren Jenning, its Santa’s Christmas Eve Prayer and it just about sums it all up for me.

I just love this poem.

Santa's Prayer on Christmas Eve
By Warren D. Jenning

The sleigh was all packed,
The reindeer were fed,
But Santa still knelt
By the side of the bed.

"Dear Father," he prayed,
"Be with me tonight,
There's much work to do,
And my schedule is tight."

"I must jump in my sleigh
And streak through the sky,
Knowing full well
That a reindeer can't fly."

"I will visit each household,
Before the first light,
I'll cover the world,
And all in one night."

"With sleigh bells a-ringing,
I'll land on each roof,
Amid the soft clatter
Of each little hoof."

"To get in the house
Is the difficult part,
So I'll slide down the chimney
Of each child's heart."

"All this is to honor
The birth of the One,
That was sent to redeem us ...
Your most Holy Son."

"So to all of my friends,
Least Your glory I rob,
Please Lord, remind them
Who gave me this job."