Christmas Eve

Lots of little last minute things to do today, but at least I don't have to leave the house. Bought all my cold cuts yesterday. Have to cut up my cheeses, fix the cold cut tray, and prepare the potato salad. Later, I'll stick the wings in the oven and cook hubby's shrimp.  Haven't found my tree skirt, so I guess and old sheet will have to do. That's okay with me today, though.  Not going to stress over something so insignificant. Life is too short. And, I am hoping on a nap.  (Good luck) Miss Minga really hates me to nap during the day. Usually it is a matter of dozing in my chair. 

So, as I begin my day, I would like to leave you all with the following beautiful poem by one of my favorite poets.  

Oh, hush thee, little Dear-my-Soul,
The evening shades are falling, --
Hush thee, my dear, dost thou not hear
The voice of the Master calling?

Deep lies the snow upon the earth,
But all the sky is ringing
With joyous song, and all night long
The stars shall dance, with singing.

Oh, hush thee, little Dear-my-Soul,
And close thine eyes in dreaming,
And angels fair shall lead thee where
The singing stars are beaming.

A shepherd calls his little lambs,
And he longeth to caress them;
He bids them rest upon his breast,
That his tender love may bless them.

So, hush thee, little Dear-my-Soul,
Whilst evening shades are falling,
And above the song of the heavenly throng
Thou shalt hear the Master calling.

Eugene Field