I love wreaths. Who doesn’t. Pine wreaths, berry wreaths. Wreaths made from gnarly old twigs. Wreaths with pine cones, ribbons and stuffed birds. Ornament wreaths that shine and glitter. Hanging a wreath, on the front door or over the mantle, bids warm welcome. A wreath says home.
I am listening to Andrea Bocelli as I type. Every time I hear this song I remember Mr. Michael Spoon. My junior high choir teacher. He was forever reminding us not to sing “egg shell” in place of in excelsis. To this day I judge a singer’s talent by his standards.
Here is one more amazing Christmas song for you. I hope you will take a few minutes to enjoy it, and take a peek at the art party while you do! When the video was made Rhema was 7 years old. She is a few years older now. You can find more of her videos on youtube. Her story is pretty amazing.
Blessings to you!
Oh Holy Night is my favorite Christmas Song
She did it very well I thought 🙂