There is no Santa Claus. Read more
There wouldn’t be anything for them. I saw this coming. Jim was gone all night again. Read more
I sat in the faded armchair, sipping my spiked eggnog next to the fire, watching my grandkids excitedly opening festively wrapped boxes, their eyes as wide as saucers and as bright as the twinkling lights on the tree. The house was festively garbed, with garlands and mistletoe hanging off of every nook and cranny, stockings lining the mantel and lights in every crevice that my daughter-in-law could discover. She always went overboard with these things, but then again, maybe I was just a Christmas Scrooge. Read more