Who Is Aunt B? Saturday, December 24, 2016. The children were nestled all snug in their beds,. While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads. When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,. I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash,. Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash. The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow. Now, Prancer and Vixen! His e.

Daily Discoveries in the Perennial Garden of Life. My mind is clouded with smoke. Embers of sadness pull at me, while the miserably hot, windy days continue to come and go. Entire tracts of land, mountains and hills left with only a black, ashy scar of what once was. Trees, grass and wildlife only a distant memory now, something we will not see recover in our lifetimes. That threaten these places we love, Oh Lord.