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Here are a few of my favorite online haunts:
REALTOR.ca
[This is the site I visit to fantasize about
living in Toronto again, which is almost
every single
day during the winter]
Jonathan Cainer's Zodiac Forecasts
[This is where I visit in the morning, when
I need a positive spin on things past, present
and future.]
Living Local
[This is where I go to see what Canadians
are up to, sometimes I even buy things from
the businesses listed there.]
Environment Canada Weather
[This is the site I visit every morning,
and before every road trip during the winter]
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I am listening to Bing Crosby sing Silent Night, Holy Night.
It carries me to a place and time as precious as the mysteries
of life. During our childhood, for my brothers and sisters and
I, Christmas was a time of wonder, and all the love the imagination
could create.
Our mother is a woman of great contrasts and talents. From the
rudimentary tools of chaos and poverty, that my father brought
to the family, she created hope and an undying belief in love.
If Santa Clause exists, even in theory, he is my mother.
We received few gifts, usually one gift from Santa, purchased
by our mother. These gifts appeared on Christmas morning, and
we never doubted that our gift from Santa would be under that
tree. I know now what a monumental task it must have been for
my mother to have spirited away enough money to purchase those
gifts, find an opportunity to buy them and once purchased, to
keep them safe from harm until Christmas morning. Every year,
without fail, she performed this miracle.
Our stockings were hung on Christmas Eve, and we never doubted
that Santa would leave us four chocolate drops, an orange, a
banana, a colouring book and crayons. Every year we awoke in
the wee hours of the morning, filled with the sweetest excitement
I have ever known, to sneak down the stairs to our socks tied
to the railing in a long row. Every year these socks held the
same treasures, four chocolate drops, an orange, a banana, a
colouring book and crayons.
The greatest gift I have ever received are those Christmases
my mother created for her children.
Terra and Lares plan to marry next summer. They must pay for
their own wedding, for the most part, and are saving diligently.
Terra worries that this Christmas they cannot buy gifts for us,
as all of their money is being saved for the
big occasion.
She does not realize that she is the gift.
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RECIPES :: Cast
Worldly Distractions
Ice & Pine
By the Easy Chair
Ah, the library is open Saturday's but a visit is so very
difficult to arrange.
Airwaves
Silent Night, Holy Night
Bing Crosby
On the Screen
Lord of the Rings:
The Fellowship of the Ring |
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