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.
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.
Dillon Murket, was a man of determination. He danced, to the rhythm of his own drum. He never followed the crowd, and made a path of his own through life.
Bob was so disappointed in his first round of bowling, as he sat down in a chair shaking his head. Annie had bowled like a Queen. She even did a victory dance. Now, it was Bruce’s turn, and after many years of not bowling, Bruce was nervous.
Nick had moved his fingers as his father touched him. Nick’s mom had been singing Nick’s favorite lullaby each time she entered the glass room. Jack, Nancy, Burt, and Rene sat quiet on a bench the overlooked Nick’s bed .