A Christmas Story

When my children were very small,
and Father Christmas still used to call,
I loved the morning, bright and

Santa Claus has come and gone,
we had a blessed day.
Now we know the time has come
to put Christmas away.

Take the stockings

Christmas time comes,
and my spirit saunters
into my heart
a different time each year.

"Oh, Holy Night"
starts playing on the

We feed and nurture our blossoming desire
With some direction, this turns into a raging fire
As man made creations often spin

Out in the barn the horses await, even Christmas to them is a big feeding place.

With all the kiddos riding them during