The Last Tube Stop
I am dressed to the nines for a yearly event I am a part of – two very good friends and I get together every three months and have too much to drink, too much gossip, and too much fun.
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Wanders in the Woods
The fog was heavy on the trees and road, and I pulled my jacket tighter around my neck against the chill. Gorby pulled at the lead, eager to be clipped free and bound about the fens and ferns. At the
Christmas Magic
We are gliding back through the night sky, the reindeer stretching and grabbing the invisible spance of air. “Are you ok, Kid?” Santa asks quietly. “Yeah. It was a bit of a crush to my otherwise frivolous Christmas behavior though,
The Beautiful Gift
The sleigh leaps and whirls into the sky, the stars whipping past with such clarity that I want to reach out and grab them. There is the soft jingle of the bells as we fly, and Santa adjusts the volume
An Adventure
I am sitting on the floor, surrounded by wrapping paper, endless balls of sticky tape gone wrong, a half-empty bottle of champagne and the remote, so that I can rewind the funny bits of “Elf” (including but not limited to
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