Boxing Day

Don’t you sometimes wish that we had the tradition of Boxing Day here in the States? Our London kids have another entire day of celebrating ahead of them again today. Meanwhile, here everything seems to have come to an abrupt end when we woke up this morning. Dennis and I had a very quiet Christmas here yesterday. I baked a ham and we had mashed potatoes and green bean casserole with it. We spent a few hours with Mom at the assisted living, and other than that we binge watched Christmas movies in between talking to all of our kids. It was a wonderful day, remembering the birth of our Savior, Jesus.

I saw the photo below on Facebook and I fell in love with it. I’ve always wanted to live in a log cabin and this room just looks so cozy and comfortable. Not to mention I love snowman. ☃️

I did start crocheting a baby blanket on Christmas Eve for a young couple in our church who are expecting a baby girl soon. I almost have it finished.

I think a lot of of you may feel the same way I do with this meme. I spent several hours on Christmas Eve morning while Dennis was volunteering at the mission, to tidy my yarn wall. I rolled a lot of half skeins of yarn into balls and put them into baskets and it looks much neater. Of course, now I’ve made room for more full skeins of yarn so I may need to do some shopping! 🤣😂🤣

That’s about it. I just took Zoey outside and for the third straight day we have cloudy skies and fog. I’m sure Santa had to use Rudolph on Christmas Eve just to find his way around here. Dennis has gone to the grocery store and then I imagine we’ll go see Mom. A very quiet day. Miss Piper was supposed to come over and spend the day today and overnight, but Mandy isn’t feeling well and Piper think she’s getting it too. Hopefully next week before she goes back to school, she can spend a few days with us.

I hope you’re able to take the time to relax and enjoy the slow days between Christmas and New Year’s.

Blessings and love,

Betsy

Tell me the story of Jesus

by Fanny J. Crosby

1. Tell me the story of Jesus,
   Write on my heart every word;
   Tell me the story most precious,
   Sweetest that ever was heard.
   Tell how the angels in chorus,
   Sang as they welcomed His birth,
   “Glory to God in the highest!
   Peace and good tidings to earth.”
   • Refrain:
     Tell me the story of Jesus,
     Write on my heart every word;
     Tell me the story most precious,
     Sweetest that ever was heard.
2. Fasting alone in the desert,
   Tell of the days that are past,
   How for our sins He was tempted,
   Yet was triumphant at last.
   Tell of the years of His labor,
   Tell of the sorrow He bore;
   He was despised and afflicted,
   Homeless, rejected and poor.
3. Tell of the cross where they nailed Him,
   Writhing in anguish and pain;
   Tell of the grave where they laid Him,
   Tell how He liveth again.
   Love in that story so tender,
   Clearer than ever I see;
   Stay, let me weep while you whisper,
   “Love paid the ransom for me.”
4. Tell how He’s gone back to heaven,
   Up to the right hand of God:
   How He is there interceding
   While on this earth we must trod.
   Tell of the sweet Holy Spirit
   He has poured out from above;
   Tell how He’s coming in glory
   For all the saints of His love.