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!