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The Last Christmas – Hugh Roberts #writephoto

Sue Vincent's Daily Echo

December 25th, 2024. 05:17

Thank goodness Rudolph ate his carrots and helped me find my way around planet Earth. I’ve just made the last delivery, and there’s no sign of this mist lifting. What a night! Not as many mince pies and glasses of sherry than previous years, but at least Mrs Powell left out some of her homemade mince pies for me. She never fails to bake some for me despite her claiming to loathe baking. They tasted a little different this year, but at least she always cooks me some. She’ll never be on the naughty list.

That way, boys, towards the moon and we’ll soon be home. Never seen a moon quite like this one before, but it’s always the route we take to get us back to the North Pole.

Continue reading at Hugh’s Views and News

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Ani’s Advent Invitation: Dot (and Darlene Foster) with a letter to Santa

Sue Vincent's Daily Echo

I had a letter from a fellow sufferer. That phrase, „You never know what my mom will make me wear…“ It made me cringe… The antlers were bad enough…. and she didn’t keep them on me for any longer than it took her to grab a picture or three.

I consider I was very restrained in my disposal of them. I even left them with stuffing in.

I sincerely hope she hasn’t got anythine else up her sleeve… I may not be so restrained next time…

Dot, though, who looks after Darlene Foster, seems to be a little more forgiving than me…

Much love, Ani xxx

Dot’s letters

Hi Ani!

Here is my letter to Santa. Thanks for sending these on. I’ve sent a picture so Santa knows what I look like. Hope you don’t have to dress up. You never know what my mom will make me wear.


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Jane Dougherty Writes

Sweet forest sounds,Screen Shot 2017-12-16 at 14.05.37

of sun-shot water falling

into misty light,

the wind calling to the sky

where hawk soars,


is as much music

as any elaborate symphony.

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#writephoto: The sun’s gift

Jane Dougherty Writes

A short story promoted by Sue Vincent“s lovely photo.


She had been proud when they chose her to become the spring. For a week she was treated like a queen, carried on a litter so her feet would not have to touch the ground, dressed in clothes so fine a goddess would not have been ashamed of them. It was a week of feasting and dancing and the fires burned long into the night. They gave her mead to drink, heady and potent. Unused to such strong liquor she was in a permanent daze of happiness. Even the December cold was banished as her blood raced like a fiery torrent.

On the longest night of the year, the night that marked the turning point, when the sun would grow ever stronger, when the sun should grow ever stronger, they tied her to the tree. She was the spring. She was…

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Jane Dougherty Writes

Cold consumes

like a hungry fire,

cold bites hard

with white teeth,

and through the frosted branches,

silent shadows slip.

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Winter blog fest

Jane Dougherty Writes

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I’m taking part in the Long and Short Reviews winter blog romp. The post is here .

Pop over to the LASR site and leave a comment on the post for a chance to win a copy of ‚Revelation‘, the most romantic of ‚The Pathfinders‘ series.

Revelation Blurb

Few are allowed into Paradisio—even fewer escape.

Wormwood has fallen, but the journey isn’t over for Carla and Tully. Erelah the Messenger leads them onward to Paradisio, where they hope they will find their real home. The Grigori recognize Tully as Israfel, and he takes to his new role of guardian of music like a duck to water, but Carla’s impressions are of a world with dark secrets hiding in the shadows.

Tully seems absorbed in his music and whenever he comes up for air, Erelah—with her neat little wings—is waiting. Carla finds consolation with Nathaniel, a Warrior who is a hunk…

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Jane Dougherty Writes

This is a tanka for Frank Tassone’s Winter Solstice prompt.

Behind the grey cloud,

snow-heavy or just cold rain,

sun rises and sets.

With this last setting, hearts sink—

fear grows it will rise no more.

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Spidey’s Serene Sunday – Part 148

But I Smile Anyway...


A good laugh and a long sleep are the best cures in the doctor’s book.  ~Irish Proverb

I write this with a streaming nose and a hope that I shall be better before I go back to school tomorrow!

Thanks Spidey for making me realise I need to have a good rest, as well as the laughs that are always coming my way via my family, pupils and friends!

It is true though. Laughter is the best medicine, they say, and I agree. A giggle makes the worst situation seem manageable.

And if all else fails – sleep, and things seem better when you wake up!

I’m back off to bed now!!!!

Enjoy your Sunday Peeps!!!!!

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