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Seasonal Reflections

Of Christmas Trees Past

Of Christmas Trees Past

I vowed in my youth I would never own an artificial Christmas Tree.
The Weight of a Child in Your Arms

The Weight of a Child in Your Arms

Christmas Eve, company soon to arrive, house ready, treats laid out, punch set to be poured. The young, first-time father sits, infant in his arms, takes in the quiet, the darkened living room, only tree lights on, balls and tinsel glinting.
Buying Warmth

Buying Warmth

It is so cold outside that Even the snowflakes shiver Vibrating in waves Of petrified ice Coming down in Shuddering sheets That fall and Hug concrete or Human bodies In an attempt to borrow some Fleeting warmth We buy and sell Hot breaths Glove-warme
Winter

Winter

He wraps his arms around me and I weep. Icicles are dripping from my roof top, swirls of snow drift across my porch and fat, icy flakes are swiping at my windows.
A Letter from Concerned Santa

A Letter from Concerned Santa

Dear Friends, I must tell you, the Holiday Season Brings shivers down my spine, and here is the reason: ‘Tis the month before Christmas and all through the world Everyone is shopping and forgetting its true worth.
Good News of Great Joy

Good News of Great Joy

One of the early Christmas stories has an angel proclaiming “Behold! I bring you good news, of something that will bring you great joy!” We tend to forget how jarring a message of “good news” would be there, in Judea, in the c
T’was the night before Christmas

T’was the night before Christmas

T’was the night before Christmas , only one more sleep The family’s in bed so down the stairs we did sneak The tree is loaded with baubles and lights The beauty of it all makes our hearts so bright! It’s been hard work to make this
Manifesting Joy

Manifesting Joy

When we think of manifestation we think of sculpting our future. We think of our goals, wants and aspirations.
Happy Holidays

Happy Holidays

I found a stack of our Christmas family photos from 2010 after rooting around one of the Christmas decor storage boxes in my basement. I showed them to my son Rick. We sat down on the basement stairs and recalled how we celebrated Christmas.
The Napkin

The Napkin

It was my annual New Year’s Eve Dinner. The entire house was glittering in anticipation.