Stories from the journey of fatherhood & brotherhood
Two Christmases ago my wife and I were searching for a good gift for my daughters who are 6 and 4. Naturally, we decided to get them a miniature pony whose appearance was more stuffed animal than horse. He was shorter than a Great Dane, had more hair than a hippie, and had a perfect name...Amigo.
We gave Amigo to our girls on a frosty December morning that seemed straight out of a Hallmark movie (minus the part where there’s a proposal on Christmas Eve in the middle of a...
We were 30 minutes early and already the first 15 rows of seats were taken. The excitement in the air countered the familiar weight of the Christmas season. Parents, grandparents, and friends chatted while antsy kids hung on the backs of church pews like monkey bars. All were gathered to see the critically acclaimed and long anticipated event of the year:
The Open Arms Preschool Christmas Production
For weeks our four year old daughter had practiced songs for tonight. The time had finally...
I really and truly despise most Christmas songs. Seriously.
I know that makes me sound like a grinch, and in many respects I suppose I might be. This year, even before Thanksgiving rolled around, my family started playing Christmas music and I thought I would lose my mind.
The Christmas season is full of tradition, from family gatherings to Christmas cookies, from decades-old decorations to familiar smells coming from the kitchen. There is something deeply...