YEARLY,
I STRIVE TO REMEMBER
THAT JESUS IS THE REASON FOR THE SEASON!
CHRISTIANS SING PRAISES FOR THE NEWBORN KING;
WHILE MALLS ARE PACKED WITH SHOPPERS
PUSHING AND SHOVING TO GRAB THE GIFTS
THEY BELIEVE WILL MAKE THEIR LOVED ONES HAPPY.
ONE YEAR I PLAYED SANTA AT THE HAIR STUDIO 'HALOS',
SO CHILDREN COULD COME AND
'HELP SANTA GET HIS HAIR CUT.'
HERE I AM HOLDING MY GREAT NIECE AND NEPHEW:
LYLA AND STEELEY.
STILL I REMEMBER THAT
JESUS IS THE REASON FOR THE SEASON,
BUT ON RARE OCCASION I DABBLE IN
HO, HO, HO!
Welcome Reader:
Whether you've just now tuned in to my life, or have been keeping up with my inner thoughts for quite some time now,
I welcome you.
Though you may or may not be entertained by my thoughts, it is for MYSELF that I pen a blog.
As a writer, I enjoy expressing myself.
When I write long romance novels, I am inside my head so much, I forget to focus on reality.
By writing once and a while on my blog, when the mood hits me, I have the freedom to come and go.
To pull up a chair and order lemonade or an ice cream sundae.
To either gobble it down, or eat it ever so slowly...
...until it melts into a concoction that resembles mushy milk.
Pull up a chair! Have a read. I hope you enjoy it.
I do...and that's what really matters.
I welcome you.
Though you may or may not be entertained by my thoughts, it is for MYSELF that I pen a blog.
As a writer, I enjoy expressing myself.
When I write long romance novels, I am inside my head so much, I forget to focus on reality.
By writing once and a while on my blog, when the mood hits me, I have the freedom to come and go.
To pull up a chair and order lemonade or an ice cream sundae.
To either gobble it down, or eat it ever so slowly...
...until it melts into a concoction that resembles mushy milk.
Pull up a chair! Have a read. I hope you enjoy it.
I do...and that's what really matters.
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