Santa and I are in the midst of 'Santa and Mrs.' season. So I've decided to re-share Santa's reports from past years. Just ...

“There was a time, dear Mom,” said he. “When I no longer fit your knee. And one day, when you picked me up. You set me down, said, ‘...

One of the most beautiful Christmas presents I've ever seen. Created by my son, Mark, for his wife, Barb . . . First, the poem: ...

Me. Drawn by my sweet DIL. In about 30 seconds . . . I cannot blame another soul, I did it on my own, The po’try Monday theme, I mea...

A repost. It just seems apropos today... In our corner of the world, in winter, the nights are very long. For a period of time,...

Mother’s parents emigrated from Sweden in the early part of the 20 th  century. These are the Swedish/Canadian Christmas customs passed o...

Mother’s parents emigrated from Sweden in the early part of the 20 th  century. These are the Swedish/Canadian Christmas customs passed o...

Mother’s parents emigrated from Sweden in the early part of the 20 th century. These are the Swedish/Canadian Christmas customs passed...

Photo Credit Christmas in a One-Room Schoolhouse. From the journal of Uncle Leif (Mother’s youngest brother) Preparations for the...

Five years ago, we welcomed Christmas . . . Last night, we invited a bunch of the grandkids over to help Gramma and Grampa bring in C...