Silent night, holy night
All is calm, all is bright
They sing it out at the dinner table, out of key while bouncing around. refusing to sit, ignoring the home cooked dinner they are supposed to be eating.
Silent night, holy night!
Shepherds quake at the sight
His sister dance around singing with him. One with lyrics the other with noise.
So much noise.
There is no silent night in this house.
All is calm; unlikely.
It looks nothing like the song implies, but it is exactly what it is about. This loud and messy blessing of a life lived in love. It’s not calm or silent, but it is love’s pure light.
Double dipping this week! This is my response to the first prompt in 'Twas the write before Christmas - link up at Bigger Picture Blogs AND my Bigger Picture Moment this week - link up at Brook's.