The day Santa died

When I was a kid, I never liked to sit on Santa Claus’ lap. My mom used to keep our family photos in an old shoe box that we kept in a closet, I don’t think there’s one picture of me with the big guy. I loved what Santa brought me, but I wanted no... Continue Reading →

It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas!

When my wife and I first got married, I remember thinking that she had the heart of a small child. We didn’t even have kids of our own yet, but she loved decorating for Christmas.  I came home from work late one evening to find our small Northern Virginia apartment looking like Santa’s workshop. She... Continue Reading →

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