It was Christmas time again, and everyone was very joyful at the North Pole. Toys were being made on every table, hot chocolate was brewing and smiles abound. It was a beautiful holiday scene, with the exception of Dear old St. Nick being mysteriously absent. Which made one person very unhappy. Mrs. Claus… Mrs. Claus
He was having a deep, dreamless sleep, warm and cozy under the covers of the large four poster bed with its thick, soft mattress. From somewhere in the depths of his slumber, he felt a stirring, very pleasant, enticing and familiar. As he slowly emerged from the foggy depths of his sleep, he became more
It was around Christmas time 2010, and we where sorting out our plans for new years. My then girlfriend, having the biggest house anyone we knew offered to host a party. I didn’t have many friends in the area any more, most had moved on while I was away at university so when I returned
One of the best holidays I ever had was with my ex-girlfriend C, several years ago. We went to the sunny island of Tenerife, and the weather was fantastic. For the whole two weeks we didn’t see a drop of rain, or even a single cloud! But it was what happened during the holiday that
My birthday wasn’t looking good. Now, I’m a strong believer in the idea that having a good birthday was my responsibility, but this year chips had been falling where they may and despite my usual optimism I didn’t see much to give me hope. My best friends were deserting me; Brian needed to go down