Tis the night before Christmas

Tis the night before Christmas
and all through my mind
memories are swirling,
I am blessed, most make me smile.

Laughter fills the family room 
as my children play Phase 10,
tears have fallen privately,
and smiles have also crept in.


Soon stockings will be hung,
and gifts placed under the tree,
we will get the kids in bed,
though some may not go to sleep.

As the evening wears on,
keeping eternity in mind
when grief rears it's head,
makes joy easier to find.

What a blessing to have shared
thirty eight years of life
with a man who loved the Lord,
and made me glad to be his wife.