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It was December 1st, and town was full of eager shoppers. Rushing in and out of the stores, people were full of holiday spirit. Bags were full of gifts that would soon be under the Christmas tree. Children ran to the Annex store to see Santa and to t...

(Inspired by and dedicated to Mads Oehlerking and Kim Kreipe) “Hey, Max?“ “Yes, Ben?“ “Is it true that Santa doesn’t come to Bermuda?” Max laughed, “And who told you that?” “A boy at kindergarten: He said Santa is afraid of getting lost in the Ber...

Traci licked the batter off the spoon and paused. There was something missing. She added a dash of sugar, a few sprinkles of cinnamon, and a drop of vanilla. After giving the mixture a quick whisk, Traci smoothly pushed the tray of cupcakes into the ...

Along a quiet road in Pembroke, Jayson passed one house after another, watching each one as he went. He finally stopped in front of a particular house, nicely decorated at the end of the road. He was very nervous. He had never done a break-in before,...

One windy December morning Ezra and Kyiah were playing with two toy reindeer under the Norfolk pine tree in the lower school field. They were getting really excited about Christmas and were talking about all the fun they would have during the holiday...

December 21 1871This is my book. It was not always mine though, a couple of weeks ago it was a birthday present for the workhouse master's daughter, but she didn't like it so he gave it to me. He was going to give it to one of the older girls, but th...

One week before Christmas everyone was in Hamilton cramming in some last minute shopping. Outside of Nine West two best friends were shopping for presents. They were on the search for the best Christmas gift. Walking, laughing, and sharing ideas, you...

“But I don't want to go to Bermuda!” Jackie yelled at her mum as she walked out of the room. “It is boring there. I want to go to Egypt for Christmas so we can see the pyramids!” “I know, darling we all do, but we just can't this year. We do not hav...

16 December 1944 Dear Diary, Christmas is coming up again and it is going to be as bad as the last Christmas, I just know it. Well, last Christmas was not bad exactly, I mean we did all the same things we normally do; go to church, then come back hom...

This morning I arrived at my desk to find an airmail letter containing a Christmas Short Story entry. The entry had been sent all the way from Byron Bay, New South Wales, Australia. The writer, David Morris, said he regularly reads The Royal Gazette ...

Jason cuts the engine and rolls his Yamaha into the driveway. The cottage is in darkness, but the glow from the neighbour's nativity lights up the driveway like a late night game at BAA. He hasn't figured on this, so he quickly pulls the bike under t...

I hummed Christmas tunes as I drove on my way home from work in my tiny little car. The streets of St George's were lit up brightly with Christmas lights and the Square was fully illuminated. Christmas was here. As I was driving I noticed two figures...