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.
A few, hours to go, before a new year begins. With best wishes for all, for a great New Year. Kisses, and hugs for each other.
The end of 2018. Where has it all gone? Tonight we enter a brand new year. What will this year bring us?
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.
A wonderful time of the year. I know it’s been said before, but, I will always, call it from the mountain tops. I will let everyone know, that this is our time to rejoice, and put our differences aside.
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.
Giving is the best feeling of all. Christmas brings out the best in all of us, and the bad in others. There are many charities to give to, so if not money, gives toys, a visit to the lonely senior down the street, and help others. God Bless.