I remember those holidays so long ago, sitting in my parents’ living room, listening to boiling sap, oozing from Douglas fir, crackling in the fireplace, a box of anonymous candy resting on the coffee table. I’d choose so wisely, considering shape, aroma and past encounters with the dreaded coconut – bitter white pencil shavings hiding under a coating of chocolate. And then, with wary wince, I’d bite in. Ahh, caramel. Merry Christmas to me.
Here is my writer’s sampler. Hope you avoid the coconut.



