Hiking on Christmas morning? Would I be the only one who would be up for it? Turns out I wasn’t. 21 people showed up and we had a marvelous time, and where else would we hike on that day, other than at Christmas Rocks. Starting at 9 am sharp we went for a two-hour hike and all of us were back home at 12:30 pm to eat lunch and unwrap more presents. Continue reading
Santa brought me a tablet for Christmas. Furthermore, this year Santa tried to be very sneaky and he used the Amazon account of a good friend instead of our own, to hide his tracks from Mrs. Santa. Continue reading
Photography by CEayr
“I hope they don’t find out where I hide everything,” Sheila thought as she continued to walk toward the old exit.
At home nothing was safe anymore, they were merciless.
Sooner or later they would go through her things.
She stepped over the chain and leaned her forehead against the cold stone. She felt exhausted.
“I have no choice; I have to get things out of the house.”
Sheila turned around; made sure nobody had followed her.
“Next year the Twins will be older and I will hide the Christmas presents at home,” she mumbled as she opened the door.
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Writing a post for the Friday Fictioneers is so much more pleasant than reading the news in the morning. Thank you, Rochelle!
Time to get ready for the day, there is a turkey waiting. Happy Thanksgiving everybody!
A small bottle of Champagne is sitting in our fridge since a very long time. I can’t remember if we bought it, or if it was given to us; I just know it is stored there in the side door waiting for a special occasion. Continue reading
Of course I woke up early on Christmas Day; I always do when I promise myself to sleep in. When my feet touch the ground, that’s the signal for our four-legged family members to get up as well. We all had to use the bathroom (not together) and I decided to go for a short morning walk. Continue reading
“Why is this chair a No-No? It’s perfect to look out of the window. Humans don’t make any sense.” 🙂
“What a cute commercial! Look Mom, the kids got a puppy for Christmas.”
Every year I see a commercial like that on TV and every year I flinch. I flinch, because it’s the time of the year again, when many children ask for a puppy for Christmas and I don’t blame them. Continue reading
Christmas Traditions can be different~!
I had grown up with different traditions and I was looking forward to our first American Christmas together. It was in the 80’s and we had just gotten married a few months earlier. It was my first Christmas in America –in my new home- with the man I loved. Continue reading
Some homes are hungry, some homes are sad – Some homes are desperate, some homes are bad. Some homes are broken, and children there grieve. Those homes I visit, but what should I leave?”
I found this poem on my search for Christmas spirit. It got to me, so I thought I share it with all of you. Continue reading