Jesus – in bed WITH US

I had made the children rag dolls that year. Clown-faced Toby for our son, flaxen-haired Miranda for our daughter. In the very early eighties, the floppy toys became my hand-stitched rebellion against the creeping Cabbage Patch craze. The Patch kids cost thirty bucks to adopt. I’d used remnants and cut apart …

The Best Santa Story of All

I’m not a Santa lover, honestly. But a reader sent me a longer version of the anonymous story below, and I knew I would share it with you. I’ve taken liberties with the prose and adapted it to fit here – for those who do enjoy the old elf: One evening, …