One of the “Santa” gifts for John Michael came by UPS just in time.
As I picked up a package of Pampers on Friday – and as we all know, the cost of diapers is one of the leading motivating factors for potty-training these days – a complete stranger handed me a dollar-fifty-off coupon for them.
I made a gift for someone that turned out just as I wanted it to.
It’s a Wonderful Life. Every year.
There is snow here! Just enough to embody the song, not enough to be dangerous.
Two words. School. Vacation.
The feeling I get when Jake feeds a coin into the Salvation Army bucket.
Christmas movies on television every night, at least one card in the mail every day, neighbors bringing cookies and fudge, and every check-out person in every store or restaurant who dares to say Merry Christmas.
Michael W. Smith Christmas CD – any of the three. (This guy gets Christmas like nobody’s business.)
One husband, three sons, one drafty but loveable sort of house – magic, magic, magic.
I love this time of year.