
‘Twas the night before Christmas
And all through the house
Not a creature was stirring—
Except for a mouse.
She had paper for wrapping
And presents knee-deep;
With so much to do
There was no time to sleep!

‘Twas the night before Christmas
And all through the house
Not a creature was stirring—
Except for a mouse.
She had paper for wrapping
And presents knee-deep;
With so much to do
There was no time to sleep!

What do you do when hope grows old—
Like a lively fire turned tired and cold?
What do you do when milestones pass,
And life feels broken, like shattered glass?