My daily life is full of the wonderful gifts my wife has given to me…
Tag: Christmas
Long ago in a village far to the north there lived an aging widower named…
Deep in the candy cane forest at the end of Lollipop Lane a small frosted…
She stalked silently on stocking feet. Careful to not make a sound as she approached…
Cold rain needles exposed flesh as a sudden gust of wind deposes my hat from…
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