O HOLY NIGHT

I love my memories of the different holidays! I really do!
Growing up at Christmas was like clockwork in the Ray household. We had a huge mirror over our fireplace in the livingroom,where Daddy always painted an elaborate nativity scene on it, every Christmas.....
It was stunning too!
My brother Michael always drove up to the Ocala National Forest and cut down our Christmas tree, and it was always perfect! We read the Christmas story and as a little girl,I walked the nativity figures around the room,to their correct places in the stable.
The one memory that stays with me the most though,is my Mama singing "O Holy Night" on Christmas Eve at church.
She had a beautiful soprano voice..... Oh, did she ever! I think a little bit of Heaven must have touched her on Christmas Eve, because as she imparted those words to our weary world,through that song, we seemed to understand,that our world did indeed lay in sin and error,pining for Him to appear......
.....and that one day,we would be able to rejoice, because it truly would be a "Holy Night"!( or day)
Becky