Author: daylerogers
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When Reindeer Games Meet Family
They’ve been coming in from all over the country. The sheep are returning to the flock. The kids are coming home. We haven’t all been together in over a year. But every other year at Christmas, they come back. Like a pilgrimage. Six kids, five spouses, six grandkids–we fill the house quite nicely. Their coming…
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Do You Hear What I Hear?
Music has always been a big part of my life. I can neither sing nor play an instrument. I tried piano at an oldish young age and had no patience for practice. I took one guitar lesson and didn’t want to cut my nails. I think I may be at least a little tone deaf.…
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Trees, Traditions and Truth
I love Christmas trees. I love the way real ones make everything smell woodsy. I love how they add a seasonal bling with lights and baubles. Ornaments from the very elegant to the sweetly homemade. Glass and glitz to paper and glitter. A time-honored tradition from centuries past. As a symbol, they’ve evolved. Ancient European Gauls…
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Picture That
It’s panic time. Two weeks before Christmas, and we haven’t gotten our family picture together for our Christmas cards. We have no cards. So nothing is addressed, signed or stamped. But the picture is the highlight, the one thing that has to be right, even if the cards aren’t exactly what we want. We’ve got…
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Silent Night, Pony Night
‘Tis the season of Christmas programs and special events. While our oldest and her family had been invited to attend a local concert, we were tasked–enjoyably so–with watching the two youngest. Neither of whom would have enjoyed the enforced quiet and need for stillness. Ryken is almost three months old. The strong, silent type. He’s…
Tip of My Iceberg 