I’m sporting #sadface. It isn’t because today I got my second PFO letter (please eff off, for the uninitiated) in two days. It isn’t because I’ve had only one call for an interview for the 15 or so resumes I sent out last week. It isn’t even because it’s a full week more before I
The tree, the Nativity scene, the gifts piled up to the ceiling … Aren’t these the first Christmas traditions that come to mind? Then there’s the MacIsaac household. It wasn’t all that different from any Canadian home at Yuletide. Obnoxious Santas, elves, angels, the Three Wise Men … all the wonderful confusion of childhood fantasy
It’s been a while since I bothered to decorate my place for Christmas. I never really saw much point. I’m not really the best hostess in the world, so a lot of people don’t drop by for a visit. And, in the past, I’ve never really spent a lot of time around the house, always
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