advent journal: who comes this night . . .
Thanks for making the journey with me this Advent season. The night is far spent; the day is at hand. I am grateful for all the love that surrounds me. I let James Taylor sing us to sleep.
Peace
Milton
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Thank you, Milton. Merry Christmas to you, Ginger and your mothers. Love, Claud and Kelly.
Thank you, Milton. An especially beautiful “Merry Christmas.” Love and peace to you and Ginger.
Merry Christmas to y’all. Thanks for sharing one of my favorite Christmas music moments – JT is amazing, eh? Take care, and give the puppies a scratch from me.