It's Christmas morning at 5:11 am, as of this writing. I've been up on and off all night. It's more a symptom of my odd work schedule then it is an issue with insomnia .
What kind of semi-irregular, one size fits all, blogger would I be if I didn't stop and wish my near dozens of readers (ok, three) a very happy Christmas.
May the grace that we commemorate today, provided by God in the incarnation of his person into one of our own, be yours.
To all my personal friend: I miss you and regret the distance between us, while relishing the memories that bind us.
Here's a great little Christmas story about a young man who's family lives next door to Kristin and I: