Tag: Dayle Rogers
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‘Twas The Very First Christmas
‘Twas the very first Christmas, and all through the stable Not much could be seen, not even a table. The donkey and cow, both in sleepy-time calm Awaited the workday that would come with the dawn. A cry broke the silence, and in the stable so bare A miracle happened that indeed was quite rare.…
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Do You Need What I Need?
What happened to December? I was at work, focused on trying to organize myself, when a friend calmly asked, “Have you finished your Christmas shopping?” The thought that flashed through my mind was, “I’ve got time.” Until her follow-up comment reminded me, “You know it’s a week away.” A week? I hadn’t even thought about…
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When The Spotlight Is On
Two very different productions in three days, with two very different grands who expressed their talent in two vastly different roles. I couldn’t have been more proud of them both. Nine-year-old Isley had her first taste of true theater as she played a newsie, kids who sold newspapers on the streets, in the musical “The…
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Did We Miss A Party?
I know several people who have birthdays during December who work hard at not combining Christmas with their personal birth celebration. I’m related to a few of them. When I was little, I had a friend whose birthday was on Christmas Eve, and having a rather large family, her birthday always got rolled into…
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A Hoot Of A Christmas Mystery
It began with one. Out of nowhere, it appeared. A small owl made of straw-like material, decked with holly berries, greenery, and tiny pine cones. Stuck at the end of a wire, placed in the lawn close to the house. I immediately thought of Ethan, seventeen and possessing a very dry sense of humor. One…
Tip of My Iceberg 