My children always thought they could see the lights from Santa's sleigh as we came home from the 4pm service on Christmas Eve - something magical about that time having sung carols, greeted everyone at Church, wrapped up warm in gloves hats and scarves for the walk home then spotting lights in the almost dark sky - convinced it was a sleigh and not a plane. I swear we even heard sleigh bells one year. With all my babies grown up we have less of that magical talk but no reason to forget those special times.
The lovely poem was bought for my birthday by the wonderfully talented Alison who comes to many of my classes. I just know it will be used time and time again! Thanks so much Ali x
Do stop by Try it on Tuesday where my team mates have all come up with such different projects this week