Faded tinsel from an ancient box too long in the attic, Delicate glass ornaments; most of them still intact, One screw missing from the old tree stand, Red paint worn off most of the lights, The fragrant scent of fir fills the little house. She’s tired, but there’s a glint in her soft blue eyes….

Christmas Traditions Church always filled to the rafters, Midnight mass on Christmas Eve night, Crammed together, the old and young ‘Twas a family tradition all right! Mother dressed in her finest, Dad in his suit and tie, All seven of us between them, Wishing time would go quickly by. We knew the real meaning of…

The ship slowly eases out of her berth, Her course charted, she leaves the shelter Of the deep harbour draped with granite cliffs. Whitecaps dance across the dark blue sea, Magnificent mountains slowly fading in the distance, Deep in thought, she braces herself on the rolling deck. The rugged vista of Newfoundland tugging at her…