A brief entry to welcome our first snow of the season.
Just a note: The nativity scene has returned this year after a one year absence. Enjoy.
On a cold December night, we experienced the live nativity put on by Colbert’s Crossover Church.
The yearly performance draws hundreds of spectators wishing to partake of cocoa, candy canes and the spirit of Christmas. The following are some pictures from the event.
Update: I’ve added a few pictures since the first year.
Why are the masses so quick to condemn those of us willing to freeze our collective mistletoes off in the wee hours following Thanksgiving? The farmer is venerated for rising early to tend his crops. The runner is admired for her early morning training sessions. Why not the retail athlete that rises early, stands long and shops well?
When I ask critics what they did with their Black Friday morning, in lieu of shopping, the most common reply is a self-righteous “I slept.” Since when does this society prize dormancy over initiative?
Black Friday can be a lot of fun, if you go into it with an open mind. Every year, my wife and I meet nice people, have fun and land some great, affordable gifts for our children. Our only sacrifice, a few hours of sleep. A worthy trade, and one we’ll continue for years to come.
Stories and photos from Scotland
"Everyone needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in, where nature may heal and give strength to the soul" -John Muir
Is it destiny, happenstance or stratagem?
Showcasing the beauty of Mother Nature
A dose of fetish. Good friends. An incomparable muse.
Where Fictional Characters Rule
Reading, Writing, and some Madness
The semi-private writings of a thirty-something fat girl
reflections on a passing life
Everyone has a story to tell. This is me, telling mine.
I had to find some way to entertain myself, so I made up stories in my mind. One night I started writing them down and never stopped.
I Read To Learn About Others - I Write To Learn About Myself
The Art and Craft of Blogging
Wandering, wondering and writing
Where no one is barred and everyone is grilled.
Death Before Sour Mix