Holidays

I had kindled the hearth to warm my toes and started some Hickory brew To heat up my insides as well, as another December day was through. And breathing in that wholesome scent, I closed my worn eyes tight Resolved that I might dream a bit that cold and snowy night. In the almost formless … Continue reading »

The Last Present Under The Tree There is one last present under the Christmas tree, I wonder whose it is? Is it for the little girl with the rocking horse, Or is it for Grandma or Aunt Liz? It looks so lonely, Sitting there by itself; It’d certainly be an awesome