The most beautiful night.
Quiet
Peaceful
No noise
No sound
Just the sound of the stars and the children in their beds
The magic that is born from being an adolescent
The hope
The whimisicality
It is all so gorgeous
Our savior came this night
He is perfect
Pure
Lovely
Marvelous
Bright
Luminescent
Forgiving
Kind
So so beautiful
I am thankful
I try to be thankful
I find this hard at times
I adore this evening though
It is the feeling I reach for every day to keep alive in this childlike heart of mine.
This is the most peaceful night of the year.
Not because of santa or presents
It is the magic that the air holds and miracle that was born into the world on this night.
I love it
I crave it
I need it
This sweet empty night sky that is unvacated by the stars and the moon.
The noise that ceases to exist allowing our minds to dream so seamlessly.
Dec 24, 2017
Dec 24, 2017 at 11:12 PM UTC
The most beautiful night.
Quiet
Peaceful
No noise
No sound
Just the sound of the stars and the children in their beds
The magic that is born from being an adolescent
The hope
The whimisicality
It is all so gorgeous
Our savior came this night
He is perfect
Pure
Lovely
Marvelous
Bright
Luminescent
Forgiving
Kind
So so beautiful
I am thankful
I try to be thankful
I find this hard at times
I adore this evening though
It is the feeling I reach for every day to keep alive in this childlike heart of mine.
This is the most peaceful night of the year.
Not because of santa or presents
It is the magic that the air holds and miracle that was born into the world on this night.
I love it
I crave it
I need it
This sweet empty night sky that is unvacated by the stars and the moon.
The noise that ceases to exist allowing our minds to dream so seamlessly.
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