One of the few chances I get to sing is when I put my daughter to bed.

Almost every single night of my baby's life, I have stood over her crib and given her my love.

Some nights, I leave the room feeling joyfull for the gift of a healthy, happy child. Some nights I leave feeling sad because I think of all the children who go to bed hungry, hurt, or without love.

Five hundred times I have sung a lullaby to Amelia. I will sing it to her until the day I die. And then, I hope to sing it with the angels.

Why do I sing? Because God created too many wonderful things in the world to thank him with mere words.

For my wife, my daughter, and all the other singers in the world, I am thankful.

Merry Christmas.