O Holy Night
I ran to the Christmas tree like a squirrel on illegal stimulants. Our tree was pitiful. Charlie Brown had nothing on us.
Citizen Writers Fighting Censorship by Helping Americans Understand Issues Affecting the Republic.
I ran to the Christmas tree like a squirrel on illegal stimulants. Our tree was pitiful. Charlie Brown had nothing on us.
Charlie had been inside for 22 years. Nobody ever came to visit at Christmas. Never. Not even once. Sometimes he wondered if anyone remembered him.
Sean takes an unexpected trip and discovers that there is indeed a real life Santa Clause
I am in Facebook Jail. I don’t actually know what Facebook Prison is, but I’m in it. I feel a little like Paul Newman in “Cool Hand Luke,” stuck in his little cell, except I don’t look like Paul Newman. I look like the love child between Danny Partridge and Eleanor Roosevelt.