A Christmas Worth Repeating
The Christmas worth repeating was an intentional replication of The Christmas Worth Remembering; except this time we had presents.
The Christmas worth repeating was an intentional replication of The Christmas Worth Remembering; except this time we had presents.
This post is a response to a writing prompt for my eighth grade class: Write an autobiographical narrative. The theme is Christmas. Today I’ll share a bad Christmas story. Tomorrow, it will be a pleasant one. So here we go…
My husband’s mother, Irene, was the kindest, sweetest, softest person you would ever want to meet. I may be wrong,
“Train up a child on the way they should go and they will not depart from it.” This is taken