‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds;
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”
May’s comment: What are you dreaming of, Lulu on this night of your first Christmas with us?
I know I am dreaming of our adventures in the weeks, months and years ahead.
And we are grateful, so grateful to have you in our lives. I cannot imagine life without you.
Happy Christmas to you, Lulu, and to all of you reading this, a good night.
