I still believe in Santa

I read recently of a idea for parents where, when your child is starting to wonder about "things", you take them out for a special time all by themselves and tell them Santa is about giving and now that they were grown up enough, they could be part of the giving, be a part of…

Christmas Star

I have a brass star that sits on the top of my Christmas tree. No matter the size or state of the tree, the star is there. It matches the star that lived on the top of my family Christmas tree; the one made by my father the second year he and my mother were…

The most magical night of the year…

It's silly, I know it. I mean, I'm a grown up, Santa Claus is very busy with the young ones and can't be expected to come my way, me, a round grey-haired weary parent of three grown children. And yet, some part of me clings to the belief in a Santa Claus, not the jolly…

Oh Holy Night

It's half past midnight on Christmas Eve, and I am awash in contentment, despite the somewhat sinister flowing scent of cooking fish in the apartment. My boys are here with me, and one boy's sweet girlfriend, and we've just had the screamingly funniest night watching a horrendously awful rendition of the Jungle Book at the…

the ins and outs of the post-modern Christmas

Well, I can't tell you just exactly how much I am looking forward to this next week. Back when I was a kidlet, Christmas was so fun - I knew I'd get more than I received, I could laze about and be provided yummy food, and I was pretty well guaranteed I could curl up…

God’s Call of Duty

It's Christmas time and one expects to see a bunch of unusual people out at the places you regularly visit - all the people who hate shopping and are only there because they feel they have to spend some serious dollars on their family and friends or else be shunned.  Me, I'm spending on myself…