Showing posts with label present. Show all posts
Showing posts with label present. Show all posts

Sunday, December 22, 2019

A Christmas Present (short story) by Leanne Dyck

Think back. What was one of your most favourite childhood presents--of all time; ever. What happened to that present? Do you still have it? This is the story of one of mine.


December on Mayne Island photo by ldyck


A Christmas Present

She came into my life on Christmas day. How old was I? Maybe nine; maybe younger. I tore off the wrapping paper and she captivated me with her long silky hair and pretty dress. When I pulled the cord she spoke with a pronounced British accent. "What's playing at the cinema?"

She balanced on her tip-toes until I pried her legs apart to make her sit on a plastic horse. After that, there was no more balancing on tip-toes for her. 

In my carefully crafted tales, she was a bed-ridden, though devoted mother to a brood of Dawn dolls. Married to Ken, she lived happily-ever-after.

Barbie was my favourite Christmas present until many years later my boyfriend gave me an engagement ring. 



Christmas day...

Short Story:  Christmas with Family
in which I desire to be with family for Christmas and my husband endeavors to make that happen.



Sharing my author's journey...

This week I continued to work on my directory of contacts. This time turning my attention to universities and colleges.

Sunday, December 8, 2019

Christmas Secrets (short story) by Leanne Dyck

About an adventure that...um, well, I really wasn't supposed to go on. Maybe I wasn't alone. Maybe you went on one of these adventures too?


Magical Christmas Reindeer in the woods photo by ldyck

Christmas Secrets


I knew I would find it if I looked hard enough. Dad was at work. Mom was busy baking shortbread cookies and other Christmas goodies. The coast was clear. As quiet as a mouse, I crept into my parents' bedroom. I searched high--balancing on my tiptoes, climbing on a chair. I searched low--flipping back the bedspread, crawling under the bed. 

And...I...found it.

Unable to suppress my joy, I ran into the kitchen singing, "Mom, do I really have to wait for Christmas to play with that sleepy-time doll?"

 Did you do that too? Or am I the only one?

Next Sunday evening... 




Book Review:  The Little Paris Bookshop by Nina George (contemporary romance)
After 20 years of hiding, a middle-aged man learns how to live and love again.

Sharing my author's journey...

This week I worked on my 'Planning my success' binder.