As the day turned to night, the angels took a deep breath and waited in expectation for the moment they had waited thousands of years to arrive.
Just like children are counting down in expectation for the moment when Santa knocks on their door.
The Angels waited in silence, holding their breath for the moment to happen.
As I reflect on Christmas I am often more excited at the tradition of Christmas itself rather than the reason we are celebrating.
The carols blaring, polar express on tv, so I turn it all off and wait.
I hear the silence.
The world has changed eternally.
The night awaits.
It is nearly here, the day of his celebration.
Find time in silence over the next three days, to reflect, to anticipate, to listen.
All is calm
All is bright
Round yon virgin mother and child
Holy infant so tender and mild
Sleep in heavenly peace