The year was 1997. Seven-year-old Caleb had a few gifts around the manger scene that year. No, we didn’t have a tree that year. We had a complete cast of ceramic figurines inside a wooden box stable depicting the Christmas story. But not having a tree is what allowed me to get away with myContinue reading “The Sneak Peaks”
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The Wild Tree
It was 2002. Our family had an obvious aversion to buying Christmas trees. It was almost like a repulsion to spending money on something we would throw away within the month. And it was almost like there weren’t artificial trees accessible for a small fee that we could keep for 15 to 20 years. MyContinue reading “The Wild Tree”
The Christmases of Yesteryear
It’s a nostalgic time of year. Tonight, I’m remembering some of my favorite memories and sharing them. These stories won’t be long because the memories are short and specific, so I’ve bunched a few of them together for your reading displeasure. My first memory of seeing a man wearing a fake white beard attached toContinue reading “The Christmases of Yesteryear”
The Real Santa
I believe in Santa Claus. Whoa, hear me out. No, I don’t believe a magical giant elf who has a stable full of supersonic reindeer and lives at the North Pole. I believe in good people. We all may know how the legend of Santa Claus got its start. It all started in A.D. 280Continue reading “The Real Santa”
The Christmas Shoes
Shoes for Christmas. It doesn’t sound very sad, does it? Well, buckle up, buttercup. You see, there’s this song called “Christmas Shoes.” Don’t go look it up, not that you were going to, but it is a black hole of sadness and depression. You may not want to read the rest of this. The gistContinue reading “The Christmas Shoes”
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