December 25, 2025
One night, on her long journey south, the tiniest of owls, a Northern Saw-whet,
stops in a forest of black, wild spruces…
December 18, 2025
This late in December — Not just a bud, A fully blooming rose, Small. But still a full rose…
December 5, 2025
When Mary’s babe was born, the visitors were three,
Rich were the gifts they brought and gave on bended knee…
December 25, 2024
This is the story of Saucer-Eyed SueWho simpers and swoons over old Mr. Scrooge. We all know the story, oh, yes we doOf old Ebeneezer,That skinflint […]