Festive Stories

'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the town, not a creature was stirring... except for the rowdy crowd at the Wynter Tavern. Inside, jolly patrons drank beer and shot pool, their cheeks flushed from the fireplace and spirits. Among them sat a mysterious woman in a red velvet dress - Mrs. Claus herself. Slipping away whilst Santa was out on his rounds, a hall pass each year, her eyes wandered around the room...

The scent of cinnamon and roasted turkey lingered in our cozy home as we prepared to host our very first Thanksgiving for both sides of the family. I was excited and thankful for the ornate tableware that I found in the local store. My husband, Paul, suggested my mother-in-law would particularly like them. I arranged the table carefully with vibrant harvest decorations, the promise of laughter, and shared stories hanging...

As you drive towards the train station, I suddenly change my mind. I decide to stay for the other two days, I'm still off. I never have the chance to come up to Vermont and practice my favourite winter-sports lately.As I've grown up in a country where we used to have proper winters with ice covered lakes and snow covered mountains for all the three months of the season, I really did miss them. As my daddy used to say, I l...

This is a true story from the days I lived in New York and had this 'thing' with Adrian.oops, I should at least change his name, but what are the chances of him reading this site or even remembering me, or the things he did to me 5-6 years ago???    It's 5 to 6. I walk to the corner watching my steps on the frosty sidewalk. I pull my hat down and my scarf up, not only to protect me from the glacial wind, but to make sure...