When All Was Still…

and it was midnight, your almighty Word O Lord, descended from the royal throne!

The Christ-Mass is ended.  The children are in bed.  All the presents are wrapped and under the tree.  The nog has been drunk.  The morning will bring two baptisms and the festival divine service.  It’s time for a long winter’s nap.

Except for the long part.

Sleep well, dear friends.  We rise with our Lord.


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