Name that (Christmas) Tune

‘Tis the week before Christmas at the old Hall of Fame,

And I found something fun, a jolly word game!

Take a look at the cards that I’m posting each day-

and see if you know the tune it will play.

The art’s not so great, but y’all are great thinkers.

Now don’t peek below, you bunch of old stinkers–

Until you’ve made a guess, or maybe a few.

And happy Christmas to all (and Hanukkah, too!)

(Answers: Let It Snow, Let It Snow, Let It Snow and O Christmas Tree)

Tooting My Horn Tuesday for 12 Days of Christmas Prayer

A few weeks ago, I received a letter from an Adams Media editor that one of my stories would be included in a project called 12 Days of Christmas Prayer. And today, I remembered to look for the e-book, and deck the Halls with boughs of holly! There was my story, appearing on the First Day of Christmas!
I love the story, “Advent at the Hall House.” It originally appeared in a Cup of Comfort Book of Christmas Prayer. And that was swell, to have it published and sitting pretty on the shelves in big bookstores during the holidays. But that’s not why I love that story so much.

I loved those days when the kids could barely read, and we gathered around the Advent wreath to share a few prayers, the kind of prayers that started out with a very holy, “Dear Jesus.” But somehow ended with a discussion of dogs, or firetrucks or what Mommy shouldn’t have said to that man in the grocery store. It’s that kind of a story.
My, that was some Christmas praying. Anyway, I’m sure the rest of the stories are just as wonderful as “Advent at the Hall House.” You can find the e-book here for just a few dollars. It seems like a reasonable price for 12 Days of Christmas Prayer.
‘Tis the season, friends. Fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la!

And Heaven and Nature Sing!


Can you believe my backyard hawk let me get this close? I’ve seen him high in the sky, circling above the pines in the late afternoons, the screee-screee of his cry echoing around me.

But yesterday, he swooped down into my yard and I grabbed my camera and headed outside. Whoosh! He soared across the grass and landed on my fence. And there he perched, in his all his glory while I clicked away. I turned to find a spot on better footing. When I looked back to the fence, my hawk was gone. I hadn’t heard so much as a flutter.

What a majestic creature! Inside again, I remembered Sigrid Undset’s powerful Christmas message and wanted to share it with you.

“And when we give each other Christmas presents in His name, let us remember that he has given us the sun and the moon and the stars, the earth with all its forests and mountains and oceans–and all that lives and moves upon them. He has given us all green things and everything that blossoms and bears fruit–and all that we quarrel about and all that we have misused–and to save us from our own foolishness, from all our sins He came down to earth and gave us Himself.”