In the mood for a Hawaiian Christmas? This Santa is. My sweetie and I agree he would know the words to Mele Kalikimaka, so we’re not sure what he’s looking at in this book. If you’d like to listen to the song here’s some Bing Crosby. #vss very short story Santa let his elf takeContinue reading “Final Days Of 2017 Day 16: Aloha Santa”
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#FD2017 Final Days Of 2017 Day 15: Christmas Bird of Peace
This little bird is holds onto the tree with a little squeeze clip. I used to love to un-clip him and pretend he was flying around the tree. #vss very short story The colorful bird of Christmas pulled a frozen branch from the ice near the North Pole. As he flew it around the worldContinue reading “#FD2017 Final Days Of 2017 Day 15: Christmas Bird of Peace”
Stages Of Change – #FD2017 Final Days Of 2017 Day 14
#vss very short story “Now Chris Kringle, what happened to your neck?” asked Mrs. Claus when her husband came in after his package deliveries wearing a thick brace. Santa moaned and stiffly bent into his chair. “I thought it would be fun to let Tigger lead my sleigh last night.” Today’s Poetry Prompt and PoemContinue reading “Stages Of Change – #FD2017 Final Days Of 2017 Day 14”
Feeling Groovy – #FD2017 Final Days Of 2017 Day 13
Today, I took pictures of funny ornaments on my Mother’s Christmas tree. Many of them were mine, or ones I had played with as a child. This rosy-cheeked dandy was totally getting his groove on. #vss very short story Harry put on his bow-tie and his best top hat. He grabbed his dancing cane, readyContinue reading “Feeling Groovy – #FD2017 Final Days Of 2017 Day 13”
A Little Extra Luck – Final Days Of 2017 (#FD2017) Day 12
Green clovers aren’t traditionally symbols of the yuletide, but they fit the color scheme well enough. Who couldn’t use a little extra luck this time of year? #vss very short story Ashley bounced with glee when she saw the little man in a green tux coat and top hat crawling around looking for something byContinue reading “A Little Extra Luck – Final Days Of 2017 (#FD2017) Day 12”
#FD2017 Final Days Of 2017 Day 11: Mixed Messages
This is another sticker and ribbon ornament I made like the dragon ball on Day 4. It fits well with a theme of Mixed Messages. From a distance, it is a nice star-shaped ornament with a splash of non-traditional colors. Upon closer inspection, the images this ornament is made out of are a depiction ofContinue reading “#FD2017 Final Days Of 2017 Day 11: Mixed Messages”
#FD2017 Final Days Of 2017 Day 10: Arrivals and Departures
In Sweden, where I lived for a year at 13, they have a sweet tradition for the Christmas tree. They weave little heart-shaped paper baskets and put them on the tree. Tomten comes and fills the baskets in the days between Santa Lucia and Christmas. This little bag seemed like a good little twist onContinue reading “#FD2017 Final Days Of 2017 Day 10: Arrivals and Departures”
Final Days Of 2017 Day 9: Chapter Endings To Keep Readers Turning Pages
#vss very short story Paisley’s Christmas wish had come true. Shoes, just her size, growing in the trees. Her boyfriend died when a particularly sharp pump was allowed to over-ripen on the branch and fell into his head. But shoes! Today’s Poetry Prompt and Poem MoSt (Modesto-Stanislaus Poetry Center) 10th Annual New Year’s Poetry Challenge hasContinue reading “Final Days Of 2017 Day 9: Chapter Endings To Keep Readers Turning Pages”
#FD2017 Final Days Of 2017 Day 8: Time For The Axe
I went through a stage where I was very excited about making hard-covers for my paperback books. I must have made this one around this time of year because it definitely isn’t reflective of the book it covered, The Hobbit by J.R.R. Tolkien. The covers fell off of the books and I got rid ofContinue reading “#FD2017 Final Days Of 2017 Day 8: Time For The Axe”
#FD2017 Final Days Of 2017 Day 7: A House Full Of Water
#vss very short story Barbara trusted the angel on the porch. When her stomach glowed turquoise, it meant the holy spirit had impregnated her, again. This morning, she had expected it. The strange lights in the sky last night and the strange, uncomfortable dream were almost exactly the same as last time. She only hopedContinue reading “#FD2017 Final Days Of 2017 Day 7: A House Full Of Water”
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