Christmas Parade

By the time the parade was over, the sun was going down and it was getting cold.
Joe is shivering.


Tim's teeth are chattering.

Praise the LORD. Praise the LORD, O my soul.
I will praise the LORD all my life;
I will sing praise to my God as long as I live.
Do not put your trust in princes, in mortal men, who cannot save.
When their spirit departs, they return to the ground;
on that very day their plans come to nothing. --Psalm 146:1-4 NIV