The Pocketwatch: 15th anniversary edition
Welcome back. Or for many of you, just welcome. This is a blog I used to post on quite a bit. A shared diary, if you will, that I lost track of when my life fell apart several years ago. My mother has always had a huge influence on who I am , and for awhile I was not sure she would be proud of the thoughts I would have spilled onto these pages. And while I am so grateful to God that he pulled me out of that place and brought me to where I am now, that is a story for another day and one that would take many blog posts to tell. But this post, the Pocketwatch, is my absolute favorite Christmas Story, one that I used to post every year. Since we are now at 15 years since I first wrote this piece, I though it was worth sharing again. I hope you enjoy reading! As a kid growing up, Christmas Eve was always the most special day of the year. Aside from the Santa visit, the day was filled with so much tradition and family that is was more like an event than a holiday. Everyone would g...