The Santa Thing
We choose not to do Santa in our home. It’s a choice based on what we value as a family. And in no way does it imply that everyone else has got it wrong. The reason I’m writing about it is to share...
View ArticleAll Was Quiet on Christmas Eve
I see a twinkle in your eye, so this shall be my Christmas star and I will travel to your heart: the manger where the real things are. And I will find a mother there who holds you gently to her...
View ArticleFestivus for the Restivus
Every Christmas Mr G threatens to launch into our own version of Festivus. It seems to follow a grumpy slump around the end of November. Or perhaps it coincides with my sudden shopping frenzy and the...
View ArticleThe Lion, The Unicorn, and Me
I have a love/hate relationship with Christmas. Please tell me I’m not the only one? There’s definitely much love. I don’t lack in Christmas spirit – because I truly love the good stuff. But the hate...
View ArticleAnd Christmas Was
And Christmas was the sweet breath of sleeping children, and the hush of the Eve as presents were softly placed under the tree. Christmas was the knot of excitement upon waking, the sheer bliss on...
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