Charlie's ice....darn, I forgot my skates.....
My little nativity, Rebecca bought for me at a grade school gift fair. She is a senior this year.
And my favorite poem for Christmas is by Edmund Vance Cooke.
"Tis not the weight of jewel or plate,
Or the fondle of silk or fur;
Tis the spirit in which the gift is rich,
As the gifts of the wise ones were;
And we are not told whose gift was gold...
Or whose was the gift of myrrh."