Bruce was on his way back, to the wilds of Alaska. As wild as Alaska was Bruce liked the place, and had thoughts of someday living there.
Bruce Blackwell, is a story I wrote, between November 19th and November 23rd, 2018. Bruce is a designer, and blue print expert, for a large firm.
Good eats, are something which entice us, to eat like we have never eaten before. It’s like standing in front of a pastry shop drooling on the window ledge. Food, and more food.
With Christmas dinner gobbled down. Our family, sat talking, laughing, and telling jokes. The wonderful sounds of family together.
Christmas Day, is almost here. Santa tracker is already tracking Santa and his reindeer on the other side of the world.
Christmas is creeping up on us. People are braving the crowds. Line ups to get into a store to snap up that, sparkling piece of Jewellery. For that special someone, in your life.
One winter’s night, it was so cold, that all the smoke from the chimneys, went straight up into space. The kind of evening when man, nor beast would be outside.
Christmas, (to me) is a wonderful time of the year. People carry smiles on their faces, that aren’t usually there all year round. The feeling of giving, or helping a friend in need is a great way to celebrate.
Millie, and Jasper, really had fun playing in the mud. Mud pies, are always fun. Smearing mud in each others hair, and on each others clothing was the best part of the mud pie fight. Their mom’s where looking for them, once it became dark.
Jasper had gained the famous name of Picasso. His dad had found, talent in his creative designs, he had used to paint Millie. Buster, was still carrys the stains of his paint job. The children’s hair, has returned to their natural color. Doris, and Jasmine have, regained their emotions, and think of themselves as good parents.