Twas’ the Night before Christmas & the rest of the story

In Clement Clarke Moore’s memorable poem, “Twas' the Night Before Christmas,”  the house was quiet as can be, the stockings were hung by the chimney with care and the children were all nestled in their beds – in the hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there. Moore, an ancient languages scholar, wrote the poem …

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Favorite Christmas moments

The service department manager had his cellphone up to his ear, but kept cracking jokes under his breadth to the worker standing next to him about the computer system being down again. The worker just smiled and kept looking at his own screen. Unlike the two of them, I wasn’t smiling. I had my car …

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No room at the inn

I’ve written a lot of content over the years, blogs, newspaper articles, executive presentations and speeches, marketing content, scripts, plays, and even an old discarded novel to name a few. When I go back and read some of the things that I’ve written, most times I cringe. I’m like an actor who can’t stand watching …

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Our last Christmas

When the third and final ghost, the Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come, in the classic novel, "A Christmas Carol," takes Ebenezer Scrooge to the churchyard and shows him his own grave stone, Scrooge is overwhelmed with fear and pleads with the spirit to give him another chance. He promises to turn a new leaf, to …

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The reason for the season

I guided my cart through the Target Department Store not really paying attention. With Halloween coming soon, many shoppers were loading up on candy and treats. The store was so busy that I came close to running into an older women and what I assumed was her grandchild. My wife had sent me to the …

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Trying to fall asleep on Christmas Eve

I couldn’t sleep. I turned to one side, then back to the other. I pulled my pillow over my head and clinched my eyes tight hoping that both would miraculously put me to sleep. I tried to count sheep, but nothing seemed to help put me into a blissful sleep. I was tired, but I …

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The Ghost of Christmas Past

A number of years ago, my eleven-year-old daughter and eight-year-old son barged into my wife and my bedroom and bounced on top of our bed. Right behind them, their three-year-old brother waddled into the room too. His brother and sister reached down from their perch on the bed, grabbed him by the shoulders, and lifted him …

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My life of Christmas crime

I tip-toed into my parent’s room. I’m not sure why I was worried about being quiet. My two older brothers were off doing something with their friends and my mom and dad had left to pick up milk and bread from the store and wouldn't be back home for at least another 15 minutes. I had …

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