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Stockings Filled With Love {Magic of a Childhood Christmas Series} And LINK-UP!

I am over the moon to have my good online friend, Amanda Williams, from Life. Edited. (she just happens to be hosting a rockin’ giveaway right now, btw!) share our final Magic of a Childhood Christmas series post! I found Amanda’s blog through a mutual in-real-life friend and was immediately hooked. Her poetic, lyrical, honest writing grips the heart and buoys the soul. I’m honored to have her...

Just Like Snowflakes {The Magic of A Childhood Christmas Series}

I am so super excited to have today’s post come to you from the lovely Rachel Wojnarowski! I “met” Rachel through the Better Mom site and we have shared a lovely connection through the amazing interwebz. I hope you enjoy this lovely stroll down memory lane with Rachel! As long as I can remember, I’ve enjoyed rolling out of bed in the morning for the most part.  I know, you either are or...

Ring-A-Ling, Hear Them Sing {The Magic of a Childhood Christmas Series}

This post is part of our Magic of a Childhood Christmas series. I’m so happy to have Leigh Kramer from HopefulLeigh join us today to share a touching memory from her childhood.  I never believed in Santa Claus. My brother and I read books explaining Old St. Nick’s origin and Christian roots. Our family focused on the birth of baby Jesus and I never felt I was missing out by not believing in Santa. If...

Make a Memory {The Magic of a Childhood Christmas Series}

I am so delighted to bring you today’s guest post for our Christmas series! Sweet Nicky writes at Salt and Sparkle, a lovely blog with amazing photos taken by Nicky and lots, and lots of talk about food and friends. You really should check her out! You can also find her on Twitter. Nicky hails from Northern Ireland, and has sent us a lovely piece sharing one of her favorite and most beloved Christmas...

The Magic of A Childhood Christmas

Rusty hills dotted with sagebrush and paddle cactus blurred past the window. I rested my forehead on the cool glass and stared at everything. And nothing. Would there be snow? A familiar fluttering of anticipation ebbed and flowed in my stomach. I was at a crossroads. A borderland, if you will. One foot still planted firmly in my childhood. The other testing the waters of that strange vista of preteen-hood that so...

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