Santa Service
Five minutes to midnight on Christmas Eve. After downing half a dozen spiked eggnogs, I woke up from a nice doze and yawned, my mouth wider than a pelican’s beak chugging a menhaden. I was groggy, but hey, it was … Continued
A Late Starter Dawdling Through Life
Five minutes to midnight on Christmas Eve. After downing half a dozen spiked eggnogs, I woke up from a nice doze and yawned, my mouth wider than a pelican’s beak chugging a menhaden. I was groggy, but hey, it was … Continued
I was on my way to re-creating Hallmark year round, but I still had a few boxes to tick. Just to review, an ice carving contest; here’s the formula: a snowball fight; a mild misunderstanding following a half-overheard conversation; an … Continued
I rush up the steps to the school’s main doors. Fifteen minutes early for a change, my intention is to grab two seats, one for me and one for my wife who is parking the car. Dodging dawdling couples, I … Continued
Santa Claus has come and gone – depressing, isn’t it? He treated my daughter well: games, toys, clothes, books, you name it. I love to see her happy. I’d like to play some of the games she received with her, … Continued
I hate Frosty. Yup, that’s right, I said it. Frosty the Snowman. The guy in the top hat. The jolly happy soul with the corn cob pipe, the button nose, and two eyes made out of coal. I never liked … Continued