Thomas Brooks was in the kitchen preparing hamburger vegetable soup for supper. It was mid-December, about five-thirty in the afternoon. The twilight had almost faded into darkness, with only a small hint of daylight faintly visible outside the kitchen window. Allene was in the sunroom putting together gift bags for their annual Christmas brunch with friends the following Sunday. She… Read moreThe Christmas Cardinal
I stood by the door to the inn watching the people approach, only to be turned away by the innkeeper. I had heard there would be many travelers coming to Bethlehem due to a census. I did not know what a census was. I was only trying to earn a few coins by playing my drum. Other than my clothes… Read moreMe and My Drum
As a kid, one of the thrills of Christmastime was the lights. I always wanted my parents to put lights on our house. They never did but like a lot of the houses in Gresham Park, our house had a big picture window in the front and that was where the Christmas tree sat. We also had the plastic candle… Read moreChristmas Lights | Rudolph
I had become a scoffer. The rumblings had started in the early spring around my fifth-grade class at school. I think Dave-O was the first one I ever heard say it. “There’s no such thing as Santa Claus,” he harrumphed at the lunchroom table. I stared at him in complete and utter shock. How could he even think such a… Read moreA Scoffer | A Bag Of Switches
Santa settled into his La-Z-Boy recliner after a fine dinner of Rare Who Roast Beast and potatoes specially prepared by Mrs. Claus. Santa’s brother in law always said he didn’t know how Santa didn’t weigh five hundred pounds because Mrs. Claus could, beyond any stretch of the imagination, cook. Meat, veggies, breads, cakes, pies, you name it. She needed no recipes… Read moreThe Panda Bus Saves Christmas
If you were a Boomer and grew up in Atlanta, you rode the Pink Pig Flyer at Rich’s Downtown at Christmastime. I’m not sure what salmon colored swine have to do with Christmas, but it was a tradition just like decorating the tree, school plays and the Sears Wish Book. You went to Rich’s with your parents, visited Santa Claus… Read moreThe Pink Pig | A Christmas Tradition
If you were a Boomer and grew up in Atlanta, you rode the Pink Pig Flyer at Rich’s Downtown at Christmastime. I’m not sure what salmon colored swine have to do with Christmas, but it was a tradition just like decorating the tree, school plays and the Sears Wish Book. You went to Rich’s with your parents, visited Santa Claus… Read moreThe Pink Pig | A Christmas Tradition
