Category: Christmas All The Time

Going Skating “Are we there yet?” Lynn looked out the window at the passing houses. “You’re lucky we’re going at all, Lynn. After the spectacle you put on last night.” Her mom said. “This really isn’t like you.” “She wasn’t … Continue readingGoing Skating

Picture Of Rudolph “Chelsea, what’s the matter?” Lynn asked as she hung her winter coat on a peg. “Everybody was yelling last night. Kendra and I had to eat cake in her room.” “You’re allowed to have cake in your … Continue readingPicture Of Rudolph

Meeting Niki “Who’s the victim tonight?” Steve asked as he poured himself a mug of cider. “Victim.” Nancy shook her head. “Niki is coming over at eight.” “Skipping dinner? Good idea. Less chance of a reenactment of The Exorcist.” “Oh, … Continue readingMeeting Niki

The Sketchbook “Are you okay?” Lynn asked her friend as she hung her winter coat on the peg. “Mommy and Aunt Ivy are fighting and it’s my fault.” Chelsea dried her tears on her knit mitten. “Your fault?” “I wanted … Continue readingThe Sketchbook

It’s A Girlfriend Contest And That’s Dumb “I’m so sorry about Angela.” Nancy said, offering Ian some gingerbread men. “I think she was just really nervous.” “Seems like.” He took one and bit off a leg. “I guess I’ll have … Continue readingIt’s A Girlfriend Contest And That’s Dumb

Those Two Again? Ian figured he’d swing through the Zavijava for a cup of hot chocolate before he pressed on to the Tarlow’s. ‘Oh, boy. Those two again?’ He thought as he stepped away from the door. ‘The hot chocolate … Continue readingThose Two Again?

Hopscotch The kids were out for recess. Chelsea and Lynn were playing hopscotch with one of Chelsea’s bright blue hair twisties as a marker. “Did you ask if Aunt Ivy could come over?” “Yep. She didn’t say no. She doesn’t … Continue readingHopscotch

Meeting Angela “Do I look alright?” Angela asked as she looked at her reflection in a picture frame. “Don’t be nervous, Ian is very down to earth.” “I know. I know. I don’t really do this. You know?” “Neither does … Continue readingMeeting Angela

I Drew It For You “What is that?” Chelsea asked. “I’m drawing a picture of what we did this weekend.” Lynn said. “Ooh! We put up our Christmas tree too. How big is yours?” “All the way to the ceiling. … Continue readingI Drew It For You