For True Lovers of Christmas Sparkle. Black & White Photography

Yesterday I met a very elegant lady. She wore a brooch. A big Christmas tree with stones that the busy store lights made look like disco balls hitting the shore. Like on LSD. The elegant lady told me one could not find these brooches these days. She has had hers for over 30 years and would…

Winter Wonderland

I must have been 7 years old when I heard my parents talking about our Christmas presents. They thought I could not understand. They thought Russian was their secret language. My world was crushed. Even though I knew where the presents were coming from, deep down I believed in Father Christmas. I saw that big man…

You Are Mad Not to Believe in Magic

Once upon a time there lived Claus. Claus was loving, kind and jolly. He gave the best hugs in the world. His mulled wine was to die for. He loved to keep himself busy. Christmas mornings Clause spent making future plans. He did not do that to distract himself or fight the loneliness. He did it…