And then there were Three December 25, 2011
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It began, as most Christmas mornings have since the boys were older than 8 or 9 years-old, peacefully quiet. As usual, I was the first one up, and the silence was a deafening reminder of this fact.
This particular morning was different though. This morning, for the first time in twenty years, there were three people in the house on Christmas morning, and not four. Now the old question goes: when your son gets married, are you losing a son, or gaining a daughter? As I sat in the stillness of Christmas morning, it didn’t seem like a rhetorical question. (more…)
My Christmas Wish December 25, 2011
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Happiness and everything your heart desires, wherever that takes you.
Merry Christmas!
Into the Ether: Early Morning Christmas Daydreams December 25, 2008
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The house is quiet, save the heater clicking on and off, and the mysterious clicking that the ductwork makes as it heats up and cools down. The dog is back in the house now (still alive, which I might add is remarkable, give the hour of the day he chose to wake me), he’s been fed, and the chill of stepping outside to hook (and subsequently unhook) him to his chain has finally passed. (more…)
Christmas Humor at My House December 26, 2007
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One of the gifts from my sons:
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In the Stillness of Christmas Eve December 25, 2007
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It’s after Midnight, and I’ve finished my wrapping and tucked my handiwork under the tree. Likewise, I’ve stuffed the boys’ stockings, and made sure everything was ready for Christmas morning. Now I sit in the dark, gazing at the lights of the tree.
This is something of a personal tradition for me, dating back to my pre-teen days. Back then I would grab a blanket, settle down over one of the floor-mounted heating vents, and let my mind wander. (more…)
A Fool and his Words are Soon Parted 