This Chick’s Christmas Wishes

It’s a cold dreary Christmas Eve in Nashville, TN. A perfect day to be at home on the couch wrapped in a blanket reading. Not me! I was dashing about town buying last minute Christmas gifts in advance of company coming over for dinner tonight. I’m looking forward to this evening when everyone is in bed to get that hour to myself to relax and read the next few chapters of the book, my husband and dog lightly snoring next to me.

In the midst of the final countdown to Santa coming tonight I took a moment to capture this year’s photo of my baby boy.  Well, my baby Goldendoodle dog, Nash. I wanted to share the moment with you and wish you all a very Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, Boxing Day, Festivus and any other holiday you may be celebrating.

Nash Christmas 2017

The importance of the day is not the gifts we all receive but the family with whom we will be celebrating. My thoughts and prayers are with those of you who have lost a loved one this year and whose celebration may be a little less light. The sky will be a little brighter tonight with one more star.

Until next Sunday,

Happy Holidays!

Deb

Believe – A True Christmas Short Story (part 3)

To start at the beginning Read:

Believe- A True Christmas Short Story ( part 1)

Believe- A True Christmas Short Story ( part 2)

My mother came from a very large family. She was the second of nine children, Paula, Katherine, Steven Margaret, Nancy, Mary, Theresa, Paul and Clay. The order may not be correct, but my mom was second in a long line of children. My mother came into the living room and sat next to me on the couch. Tears were running down her face. She told me the phone call was from one of my aunts. My uncle Steve had killed himself in my grandfather’s home. Continue reading “Believe – A True Christmas Short Story (part 3)”

Believe- A True Christmas Short story (part two)

To start at the beginning read Believe- A True Christmas short story ( part one)
Christmas in my family was definitely full of traditions. On Christmas Eve, we would all gather for a formal dinner. Every year it was something different. Mom would try her hand at cooking Cornish game hen, goose, ham, turkey, and my favorite, roast beef. We would start decorating the table the day before Christmas Eve. Continue reading “Believe- A True Christmas Short story (part two)”

Believe- A True Christmas Short story (part one)

Christmas has always been my favorite time of the year. When I was little, we used to go as a family to pick out our Christmas tree. My mom, dad, brother, sister and I would get in the car, around the fifteenth of December and drive to Ventura to the Green Thumb. You could smell the pine as soon as you stepped out of the car. Continue reading “Believe- A True Christmas Short story (part one)”