T'WAS THE NIGHT------

Clement Moore's famous poem goes on to say; not a creature was sturing, not even a mouse.
As a child and as a parent raising children----I do not remember it quite like that.  In fact, as a child, my brother and I hardly slept a wink in anticipation of Christmas morning.  In fact, my brother and I,  on one occasion,  slipped out of bed and sneaked down the stairs far enough to catch Dad and Mom placing gifts around the tree.  We hardly slept a wink the rest of the night.
When we started having children it was much the same.  In the preschool years the older kids did not want to expose the younger to the truth for obvious reasons so the anticipation and the wonder of it all continued on until that day, oh that fateful day, when at long last the youngest discovered the aweful truth, THERE IS NO SANTA CLAUSE!
Although in those years of belief and anxious waiting, our home had always took part in the REAL Christmas story; how the Savior was born of the Virgin Mary in a stable and how His birth was revealed to humble shepherds in the field.
Let us all remember the real reason for the season!..........Medicineman!