It’s the night before Christmas and a man walks alone along a solitary Galway alley. The lights in the shops now display gifts that could have been. More likely they will be snatched up in the post-Christmas sales when their value as tokens of love and affection has passed by for another year. Whenever I […]
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Twas the Night before Christmas By Clement Clarke Moore Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there. The children were nestled all snug in their beds, […]
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We had just finished putting up the tree. Braced, it . Watered it. Waited a while longer and watered it again. Soon the room was filled the lovely smell of fresh pine and we stood back to admire our unadorned symbol of Christmas. Just as we we inspecting the crown we noticed that the prime […]
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Nothing could be further from the traditional ‘White Christmas’ than basking in golden twilight on an Australian beach in 35 degrees C. Well yes I could get creative and go further however the contrast between these two worlds literally poles apart yet sharing the same festive season is profound. All through my childhood Christmas time […]
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Funny how the man in red seems to have found his way in to every continent, culture and climate. I have seen the man in red in driving a sleigh behind rain-dear above the arctic circle. I have seen the man in red cruising the the beaches of Adelaide in a converted open top Ford […]
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