Just South Of November~Kelli Woodford
Just south of November, it begins to rain. The air is heavy in my lungs and on my face. Like a vapor. Somewhere near the corner of the house I hear a persistent rustle which I first mistake for tears from heaven, dropping on bare branches. But further listening...
A Small Intrigue ~ John Blase
God folded his love over and over and over, like a note from a childhood crush, until it became small enough to fit in a thimble, a feat quite impressive for such a grand God. The thimble tumbled in the afternoon sun and glistened just long enough for a little girl to...
When Santa Drove the Fire Truck ~Ellen Burch
I would like you to meet Ellen Burch, who was my daughter’s second grade teacher many years ago. Ellen does not blog but was kind enough to share her story with us about her memory of Christmas. I was nine years old. My brothers were 7 and 2. George...
The Christmas I Thought I Missed ~ Amy Tilson
My early elementary school winters were filled with cold temperatures and snow drifts so high we built tunnels through them. We had boiled potatoes or tomato soup cooked on the top of the wood stove for lunch. My Granny C. lived with us and so snow days off from...
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