Christmas is a time of traditions and memories. Some are too special to allow to fade… Every Christmas Eve I would climb on my dads lap along with my siblings and our dad would read us the The Night Before Christmas. It was a wonderful tradition that we continued even until grown adults were crowding onto his lap. When I finally became a father myself one of the things I was eager to do was start my own family traditions. Last Christmas my dad surprised me by giving me the very book he read the story from during my childhood! We both took turns reading to my son, but not until after my dad read us a poem he wrote as he passed this tradition down to his oldest son: ‘Twas Our Night Before Christmas Every night before Christmas In th’ young Bastian hom Eager children were restless: “Dad Santa” would roam. It was mostly our secret To play Santa’s game; But we knew it was Jesus Who down to earth came. For the kids, it’s a mixture Of shepherds and elves, Of both chimney and manger, And toys for their shelves. So now I, without nightcap, Would sit in… Continue reading