Acacia's Tree
Acacia Bishop's memory is alive and well at this year's Festival of Trees.
There is one tree there made by a stranger in Acacia's honor.
It's decorated with two of her favorite things - - birds and flowers.
Come Home For Christmas
Unlock the door of your heart -
Enter the gentleness within.
Open the window of your soul -
Breathe in the season of miracles.
No matter how far you've traveled,
It's time to come home now,
Where Christmas abounds in love.
My Child
You are the poem I dreamed of
writing,
the masterpiece I longed to paint...
You are the shining star I reached for
in my
ever-hopeful quest for life fulfilled.
You are MY CHILD...
Now with all things I am blessed.
The music playing is called "Sleep"
Still, still, still
One can hear the
falling snow.
For all is hushed,
The world is sleeping,
Holy Star its vigil keeping.
Still,
still, still,
One can hear the falling snow.
Sleep, sleep, sleep,
'Tis the eve of our Saviour's
birth.
The night is peaceful all around you,
Close your eyes,
Let sleep surround you.
Sleep,
sleep, sleep
'Tis the eve of our Saviour's birth.
Dream, dream, dream,
Of the joyous day to
come.
While guardian angels without number
Watch you as you sweetly slumber.
Dream, dream, dream,
Of the joyous day to come.