I love the holiday season. The snow, the parties, the eggnog, the presents, the Salvation Army ringers, and even the cheesy “made for TV” Christmas movies; can’t get enough of them. But before I know it, the “After Christmas Sales” […]
They are some of the most vivid memories of my childhood. We carried piles of chopped wood into the house, stacking it next to the fireplace. My father mashed newspaper and leaned kindling on it, shifting the logs into the flames until the entire room glowed and warmed. Stockings dangled on the mantle.