Christmas tale by Alexei Mikhailov. The Christmas Eve of my fantasies. The little church in the woods. walk, ski, sled, snowshoe to church and then home to have hot chocolate (hot toddies) by the fire while waiting for Santa.
Holiday horse When I was a little girl, I wished upon a star every night for a horse. Eventually, my wish for my own horse was granted; probably due to the fact that I wore my parents down. While not everyone is able to own a horse,