Elf on a shelf kicks off our holiday cheer, They hide and play every year. They move with magic and are filled with love, Never knowing which direction they’ll go. Are they below or above? After Christmas, they head back with Santa And we miss them all year, until our next encounter.

As a working mom, things do not come easy for me. I am on the go from the time I wake up to way past “normal” bedtime. The holidays’ kickoff a horrible state of panic because the budget is stretched beyond what is available, and there is just no time to figure things out. It ...

Can you hear the bells ring so loud and clear? Heralding anticipation. Ghost of the past hover near called back to us this time each year.

Everything is different this year, I’m different I’ve grown and gotten so much stronger   The world is different so much more turbulent and argumentative it gets worse every year than the one before   Most of all though you’re gone and I don’t know if things will ever feel normal again   I can’t ...

As we age, our perspective of time changes, even as it keeps running at a constant rate according to Physics. It seems as soon as we hit 18 it starts running faster. Over time that changes how one looks at New Year’s Eve and celebrating the passing of a year, as well as how important ...

By: Joel E. Elfman Have you ever wondered what Santa does once he‘s finished bringing all the good boys and girls their toys? I had the great fortune to ask Santa that question early Christmas morning just as he arrived home from his deliveries. Per an invitation from Mrs. Claus, I arrived at the North ...

The day after Christmas brings to mind a few things: returning unwanted gifts, the after Christmas hangover (mental and/or alcoholic), and frustrated parents searching the calendar for the start of school again. However, this day as a long history that some people in the United States might not know. Christians celebrate this day as the ...

Jessie sits on a log, licking his lips while roasting two marshmallows over the campfire. The flames send sparks into the crisp air, and the winter wind drifts the embers over the snow-filled treetops. His brown eyes show the glow of the roaring inferno in front of him, and his blue hair flows over his ...

It is the time of year when my moods go into overdrive. I either have an abundance of joyfulness or the complete opposite – extreme moodiness and depression. This year I’ve been striving, doing my best to handle the moodiness in every way I can. Some days it’s working, and other days it seems impossible ...