By Chris Cade | Short Christmas Stories on Nov 15, 2008 in Christmas Short Stories |
It was several minutes before Stephanus and Joseph could collect the sheep that the wolf had scattered; but at length, with the aid of the dog, who was not a very brave specimen, and who had taken to his heels when he saw the wolf coming, they succeeded in driving them into a safe neighborhood, [...]
By Chris Cade | Short Christmas Stories on Nov 14, 2008 in Christmas Short Stories |
“Bring hither that sheepskin, Joseph, and lay it down on this bank of dry earth, under this shelving rock. The wind blows chilly from the west, but the rock will shelter us. The sky is fair and the moon is rising, and we can sit here and watch the flocks on the hillside below. Your [...]
By Chris Cade | Short Christmas Stories on Nov 8, 2008 in Christmas Short Stories |
Wow, this Christmas stuff is really neat. I’ve been watching my family scurry around for weeks, just to get ready for this one, beautiful, magical morning. I’ve never seen anything like this before, and even though Mom and Dad try to explain it all to me and have told me wonderful Christmas stories, I’m not [...]
By Chris Cade | Short Christmas Stories on Nov 1, 2008 in Christmas Short Stories |
It was just after 11 p.m. when the call came over the radio. The reflection of the city lights made the falling snow look like a million points of light, drifting slowly toward the frozen ground. The cop debated with himself whether he should respond to the call; a burglar alarm at a nearby department [...]
By Chris Cade | Short Christmas Stories on Oct 17, 2008 in Christmas Short Stories |
On Christmas-eve the bells were rung; The damsel donned her kirtle sheen; The hall was dressed with holly green; Forth to the wood did merry men go, To gather in the mistletoe. Thus opened wide the baron hall To vassal, tenant, serf and all; Power laid his rod of rule aside And ceremony doffed his [...]
By Chris Cade | Christmas Stories on Sep 29, 2008 in Christmas Short Stories |
It was a lazy morning during the Christmas week, I do not recall the date, but I do recall it was the time rich cake tasted very poor. This usually happens around the twenty ninth of December. Eating too much of it. The balloons were getting their first lines of deflation. Christmas feeling was still [...]
By Chris Cade | Christmas Stories on Sep 29, 2008 in Christmas Short Stories |
Yesterday while I was attending a morning mass at St Xavier’s church, a 60 year old woman came in suddenly and caused quite a disturbance. Standing at the door with two photographs in her hand, she tried to speak over the sounds of the choir. Though everybody near her tried to tell her to leave [...]