Believe
Christmas magic is silent. You don’t hear it… You feel it. You know it. You believe it.
Christmas magic is silent. You don’t hear it… You feel it. You know it. You believe it.
Every year, around the middle of December, in a snow covered field along a quiet country road, a little Christmas tree decorated with a tin foil star and a lone red ornament appears. At sunset, a solar battery powers a single strand of white Christmas lights that shine brightly in the darkness of the surrounding…
Let’s face it… I have more of a chance of getting hit by a bolt of lightning while tap dancing on the barn roof, than I do of keeping any New Year’s resolutions. So this year, I’m going to be practical and set the bar low for myself and my family…real, real low. 2018 FAMILY…
In December, 1914, the world was caught up in the horrors of World War I. But on Christmas Eve, on the battlefields of Flanders, the guns of the Allied and German troops fell silent. Soon, the sounds of war were replaced by the beautiful melody of “Stille Nacht, Heilige Nacht” (“Silent Night, Holy Night”) emanating…
Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus. He exists as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy.
May you never be too grown-up to search the skies on Christmas Eve
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight, “Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”
One of the most peaceful places I know, is in the barn, late at night. Away from the rest of the world, the only sounds that are heard is the slow, methodical chewing of hay… The clanging of the stanchions as the cows jockey for position, trying to find the spot and the soft, low…
Cranberries and Christmas. ‘Tis the season. This is one of my favorite recipes to serve at holiday dinners. You’ll never serve that store bought, can-shaped, jiggly cranberry stuff again!
Usually around this time of year, I start playing Christmas music and get a hankering to put up the Christmas tree. That’s why I thought this picture was fitting for this week’s Weekly Photo Challenge. Jingle bells, jingle bells. Now where’s the eggnog?
We had a green Christmas this year. The girls spent the holiday soaking up the sunshine and belting out some Christmas carols.
The first fall of snow is not only an event, but it is a magical event. You go to bed in one kind of world, and wake up to find yourself in another quite different, and if this is not enchantment, where is it to be found? ~ J.B. Priestley