tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811895298125323943.post1444353208983219964..comments2024-03-27T21:51:24.656-04:00Comments on Chat with Vera: An Endless Christmas by Cynthia Ruchti (Holiday Novella) [Review & Giveaway]Vera Godleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00511948370346834218noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811895298125323943.post-36940270861000752412015-11-23T16:02:39.033-05:002015-11-23T16:02:39.033-05:00I always remember the Christmas my sister and I go...I always remember the Christmas my sister and I got a new bike. My dad hadnt worked much at all that year, so it was a real sacrifice for my parents.<br />marypopmom (at) yahoo (dot) com<br />MerryAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811895298125323943.post-53563094550494828672015-11-16T19:50:54.752-05:002015-11-16T19:50:54.752-05:00I always looked forward to the Candlelight Christm...I always looked forward to the Candlelight Christmas Eve Service.Caryl Kanehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03446868830897710358noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811895298125323943.post-50004741806183433042015-11-15T20:09:37.080-05:002015-11-15T20:09:37.080-05:00When we were growing up, Dad always read the Chris...When we were growing up, Dad always read the Christmas story from Luke to us on Christmas Eve. He was a dairy farmer, so on Christmas morning we always had to wait to open gifts: the milking had to be done and Dad had to eat breakfast first. Sometimes it was so hard to wait, especially when we were young!Pam K.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811895298125323943.post-91461081225745629412015-11-15T16:25:34.351-05:002015-11-15T16:25:34.351-05:00I remember when I was about five or six, getting u...I remember when I was about five or six, getting up Christmas morning. The tree lights were brightly glowing. It was still pretty dark or maybe the curtains were closed. What is so surprising is I don't remember what I got, but there under the tree I saw my little brother's new rocking horse. It was so beautiful with the lights reflecting against it. I was very happy for my brother.KayMhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09972922396306756344noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811895298125323943.post-41427076983970604122015-11-15T11:48:27.290-05:002015-11-15T11:48:27.290-05:00It just didn't feel like Christmas until we...It just didn't feel like Christmas until we'd been to Midnight Mass. That was when the real wonder of Christmas began.Susan Heimhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09323688336142448174noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811895298125323943.post-79547539489643038592015-11-15T09:04:57.564-05:002015-11-15T09:04:57.564-05:00Those memories mean so much, don't they, Sonja...Those memories mean so much, don't they, Sonja?Cynthia Ruchtihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08248421834478069263noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811895298125323943.post-41160864313229894352015-11-15T08:51:00.751-05:002015-11-15T08:51:00.751-05:00I remember my dad taking me out on a sled each Chr...I remember my dad taking me out on a sled each Christmas Eve. He is now really old and having lots of health issues. But I love that we have that sweet memory.Sonjahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06431683315136615640noreply@blogger.com