It was two days before Christmas when I got myself sick. My son Monty and I had not long made it to my parent’s house. Mama hobbled down the hall on a bad hip to meet us at the door. Hugging each other tight, we took turns kissing cheeks at least seven times.  Monty came ...

Sugar plum fairies dancing in glittery lights. Flickering   little sprites with fresh green holly adorning silvery hair   Circle ’round the Yule log flames Filling this silent night   with music, oh so merry and bright as the scent   of hot spiced cider warming the frosty air the Wassail cup   passes with ...