There’s not much for me to add. I know there will be a ton of cooking and good cheer in the Richard household tonight.

So, how about a poem for Christmas Eve?

Hushed was the night on the Judean hill.
The weary shepherds with their charges lay
under a darkened sky, serene until
There shone the wonder of eternal day.
Then was the sky ablaze with glorious light;
The white-robed angels of the Lord came down:
” Peace on earth, good will to men this night…
Forever blessings on your little town.”
Now, under centuries the shepherds lie,
And quiet is the little town, but still
The blessings holds.The word that will not die
Proclaims once more, as on that faded hill,
The love of God; and in the hearts of men,
The star still glows- and Christ is born again.

—- “Christmas Eve”, by Anne Stubbe

Hat tip: Free Poems Christmas Eve