We picked up Ian and Brendan in Louisville and went to the North End Cafe for breakfast with Yale. We ate pork tenderloin, mashed potatoes, stuffing, cranberry sauce and peas. We are at Deb’s. My kids are home. It is good.

Poem: Excerpt of “Christmas” by George Herbert. Public Domain.

“Christmas”

The shepherds sing; and shall I silent be?

My God, No hymn for thee?

My soul’s a shepherd too: a flock it feeds

Of thoughts, and words, and deeds.

The pasture is thy word; the streams, thy grace

Enriching all the place.

Shepherd and flock shall sing, and all my powers

Out-sing the daylight hours.

Then we sill chide the sun for letting night

Take up his place and right:

We will sing one common Lord; wherefore he should

Himself the candle hold.

I will go searching, till I find a sun

Shall stay, till we have done;

A willing shiner that shall shine as gladly,

As frost-nipped suns look sadly,

Then we will sing, and shine all our own day,

And one another pay:

His beams shall cheer my breast, and both so twine,

Till ev’n his beams sing, and my music shine.

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