Hello, see you tomorrow, there are 

things to do, Go to bed with light thoughts 

and wake up with a grateful heart.

Night is a sigh from the universe inviting.

 us to dream big May your dreams be sweet

 and your awakening bright. maria

Hi, I hope you're doing well after 

Christmas Eve. Today is Christmas

  I wanted to send you something 

super special for Christmas, but I had a

 problem... how to wrap up a huge hug 

and kiss? Happiness told me it was going

 to your house. I asked it to also bring 

you health and lots of love, and that our

friendship lasts a long time. I hope 

you grant my wish. Many blessings

 from me, Maria.

Beautiful Christmas greetings, Blessed always with love and respect

May health and joy be with you always

Always with life

Hello, I'm saying goodbye. I'm going 

to make dinner for Mom and put

 her to bed. May your bed be your best r

 refuge tonight and your sleep  the best adventure. 

Sleep peacefully, wake up strong. 

Good night. Maria

In the silence of a winter night,

a miracle was born,

A child wrapped in swaddling clothes,

On that first Christmas morning.

The angels sang joyful praises,

The shepherds came to see,

God's gift of love,

As we celebrate this season,

let us cherish our loved ones,

For the greatest gift of Christmas

Is the blessing from above.

have a wonderful Wednesday 🎄🎁❄️❤️

    'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house

    Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;

    The stockings were hung by the chimney with care

    In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;

    The children were nestled all snug in their beds,

    While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;

    And mamma in her kerchief, and I in my cap,

    Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap,

    When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

    I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

    Away to the window I flew like a flash,

    Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

    The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow

    Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,

    When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

    But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,

    With a little old driver, so lively and quick,

    I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.

    More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,

    And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:

    "Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!

    On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen!

    To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!

    Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"

    As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,

    When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;

    So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,

    With the sleigh full of Toys, and St. Nicholas too.

    And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof

    The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.

    As I drew in my head, and was turning around,

    Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.

    He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,

    And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;

    A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,

    And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.

    His eyes--how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!

    His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!

    His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,

    And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;

    The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,

    And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;

    He had a broad face and a little round belly,

    That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly.

    He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,

    And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;

    A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,

    Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;

    He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,

    And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,

    And laying his finger aside of his nose,

    And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;

    He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,

    And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.

    But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,

    "Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night."