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.
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.
Dillon was home with his mom. Mom, and Aunty Bonnie had planned, a dinner, which was a delightful surprise. The most embracing part of the dinner was Aunty Bonnie’s speech.
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.
A sweet little girl, named Jolene had been found in the attic. Her parents had gone to heaven. While, on a walk with Jolene, she pointed out the place where her parents had crashed. Margo made her way down the hill and found Jolene’s parents.
The milk had been moved in the fridge. Margo, could not get that out of her mind. Voices whispering, left Annie, excusing them away.
Margo and her dogs, enjoyed their first dinner in their new home. Margo, had a chance to take her pups out for a walk around the property.
Margo had found a house for her and her rescue dogs. The rent had surprised Margo. Then to boot, she didn’t have to get any furniture to fill the rooms. This was where she would be living for quite a time.