Dashing through the snow on a bright red sled he goes carrying a sackful of berries to everyone he knows. Fa la la la la! Fa la la la la! He’s flying through the trees past sparkling evergreens to all the deer little girls and boys in their Christmas drea...
A young woman in faded jeans, a tattered sweater, holding a baby on her hip, walked into the local community center. She made her way down the narrow hall and into the tiny office where two women were sitting, chatting and drinking coffee. The office mana...
I’d known Martin for over thirty years, since I was a boy, in fact. He has always been like an uncle to me. There is no blood relation between us; he just kind of took me under his wing, so to speak. Perhaps I should explain. I live in a small village, Al...
“Damn!” I was driving home from Ottawa University when the car ahead of me fishtailed, then slid off the icy road and disappeared down the shoulder towards the trees. I pulled my foot off the gas, pumped the brakes, and finally came to a stop. Jumping out...
You think Christmas is only for children? That's what old Jim Hadfield thought too and as he was to discover, it is simply a matter of never losing sight of what Christmas intrinsically means and what magic exists still, in those remote pl...
Merry Christmas to you all How festive are you feeling? Are you enjoying the Christmas lights, and decorations on the ceiling? Did you wake up bright and early, and rush out your bedroom door? Or did you drink too much last night, and wake up on the flo...
This shredder is actually a long- term friend and bandmate of mine named Bruce. He doesn’t describe himself as a shredder but rather a good hack. I have used artistic license to call him a shredder instead because it is not so complimentary to call someo...
Santa gave out a big a whackright after an elf squeezed his sack!The elf had no reasonbut it’s Christmas seasonso Santa just cut him some slack.(He squeezed Santa’s toy sack. Delicate, breakable stuff in there. But Santa was a good egg about it.) Santa lo...
Stupid. Just stupid. The sun was setting; dusk hung like a cloak over the Coconino National Forest. I had a scotch pine tree on my right shoulder, my left hand held our seven-year-old daughter’s hand, and the lovely Mrs. L carried our three-year-old in he...
The beauty of Christmas is in her eyes,Sparkling and twinkling and saucer-sized. The love of Christmas is in her heart,Laughing and giggling with kind remarks. The joy of people, on this special day,Who honor the Savior and His true Way, Warming hearts...
Well, I wrote the followin’ song for my cousin as a Christmas gift. She got kinda mad at me when I told her instead a payin’ the cemetery folk to put blankets on her mom and daddy’s grave to make ‘em easier to find in the snow, we could just drive big sti...
This night I write, Dear Santa Claus, Please do this for me, just because I love my fellow man this year, I see, A little bit more than presents for me. Don’t bring me presents for Christmas this year, Don’t bring me kindness or bundles of cheer, Give a...
A carpet of frozen snowflakes doth lieAmong the grass, icy dew dissolves,The fractals, each one unique and fleetingColours, a prism in which the light evolves A little bird, ‘gainst a thorn his breast yieldsHark! His winter song, his feathers are rentBloo...
As the fallen leaves swirl in the street anda northern wind blows tis the season.Once again it's the season of "brotherly love." Santa helpers ringing their bells and wishingone and all a Merry Christmas.The local children pressing hopeful faces atthe Old...
Dedicated to my precious cousin, an IBS sufferer, without whom I would never have the keen appreciation that I do for my own regularity.***An IBS Christmas***It probably does seem myopicjuxtaposing this bad topicwith icons of Christmas cheer and joy.But I...
