Caz Pedroso

It's a lesson to never believe what you hear about someone until you've got to know them for yourself.

As you would say lol. Hope you like where this goes from here.

Thank you for the wonderful comment. Hope you enjoy whatever else you read

Yep, that is a handy spell

Glad you like it so far Timmie

Wonderfull story. It had everything from despair, to hope, to a happy ending. All rolled into a great package.

Maybe, maybe not Hope you're enjoying it and like the rest.

Me? I would never ask that...I'd be more subtle and devious so as to get the answer I wanted.

Yep, it's all starting to happen now.

Thanks for the review Gary

So glad you're enjoying it. Hope you enjoy the rest

Oh, I think Louis can fight his own battles now

There's only so much stupidity anyone can take Thanks

This was posted on Facebook by a friend and i had to share it - The "WHITE ENVELOPE" is brilliant! I think we will be adopting this tradition. Christmas Story: For the Man Who Hated Christmas By Nancy W. Gavin It's just a small, white envelope stuck among the branches of our Christmas tree. No name, no identification, no inscription. It has peeked through the branches of our tree for the past ten years. It all began because my husband Mike hated Christmas. Oh, not the true meaning of Christmas, but the commercial aspects of it—overspending and the frantic running around at the last minute to get a tie for Uncle Harry and the dusting powder for Grandma—the gifts given in desperation because you couldn't think of anything else. Knowing he felt this way, I decided one year to bypass the usual shirts, sweaters, ties and so forth. I reached for something special just for Mike. The inspiration came in an unusual way. Our son Kevin, who was 12 that year, was on the wrestling team at the school he attended. Shortly before Christmas, there was a non-league match against a team sponsored by an inner-city church. These youngsters, dressed in sneakers so ragged that shoestrings seemed to be the only thing holding them together, presented a sharp contrast to our boys in their spiffy blue and gold uniforms and sparkling new wrestling shoes. As the match began, I was alarmed to see that the other team was wrestling without headgear, a kind of light helmet designed to protect a wrestler's ears. It was a luxury the ragtag team obviously could not afford. Well, we ended up walloping them. We took every weight class. Mike, seated beside me, shook his head sadly, "I wish just one of them could have won," he said. "They have a lot of potential, but losing like this could take the heart right out of them.” Mike loved kids—all kids. He so enjoyed coaching little league football, baseball and lacrosse. That's when the idea for his present came. That afternoon, I went to a local sporting goods store and bought an assortment of wrestling headgear and shoes, and sent them anonymously to the inner-city church. On Christmas Eve, I placed a small, white envelope on the tree, the note inside telling Mike what I had done, and that this was his gift from me. Mike's smile was the brightest thing about Christmas that year. And that same bright smile lit up succeeding years. For each Christmas, I followed the tradition—one year sending a group of mentally handicapped youngsters to a hockey game, another year a check to a pair of elderly brothers whose home had burned to the ground the week before Christmas, and on and on. The white envelope became the highlight of our Christmas. It was always the last thing opened on Christmas morning, and our children—ignoring their new toys—would stand with wide-eyed anticipation as their dad lifted the envelope from the tree to reveal its contents. As the children grew, the toys gave way to more practical presents, but the small, white envelope never lost its allure. The story doesn't end there. You see, we lost Mike last year due to dreaded cancer. When Christmas rolled around, I was still so wrapped in grief that I barely got the tree up. But Christmas Eve found me placing an envelope on the tree. And the next morning, I found it was magically joined by three more. Unbeknownst to the others, each of our three children had for the first time placed a white envelope on the tree for their dad. The tradition has grown and someday will expand even further with our grandchildren standing to take down that special envelope. Mike's spirit, like the Christmas spirit will always be with us.

Well, I couldn't have him be too perfect

Happy Birthday Timmie

Thank you so much. And the same to you too

Thanks Emi. Sorry for the delay I missed the notification. I'm glad you liked it

Cade looked at his mate, spread out like a feast, just waiting to be eaten. Well, he was starving. He picked up his phone from the bedside cabinet and held it up so Louis could see him turning it off. “No interruptions,” he sent firmly. “We ignore everything until you are mine.” He placed a knee on the bed and slowly he crawled up and over his soon-to-be lover. He could feel the tension rising in Louis and himself as he neared his prone mate. His heart beat faster and he could feel sweat bea

Jackson woke first noticing it was still a few hours until sunset. He looked down at his sleeping mates. They seemed to like pinning him in the middle. He hoped it was because they liked to cuddle him rather than they still thought he’d try to leave. He could feel the increased connection between Vash and himself. Before it had been like an echo that came to him second hand by way of Casey. Now it was personal and real. The fact the half shifter had felt no effects what-so-ever from taking his

Christmas Eve “Calm down love she’ll be here soon,” Cade says, grinning at the way his mate is pacing around the living room, straightening the cushions for the umpteenth time. The adoption had taken months to sort out. They had had to make completely sure that there was no family willing to take in the little girl and then they had to prove they were capable of caring for her with their job commitments. Cade being the senior elder didn’t mean they didn’t have to follow the rules. As much as t

When I was young Christmas meant my mum stressing out over gifts and dinner (her parents came over on Christmas day). I spent my time staying out the way (mostly doing homework in my room), my mum could blow up and yell and throw things at the slightest provocation. Now, I have Mark and Alisha, we stay at home. Sometimes I a make a cooked breakfast before we go to church to see friends. Then we have a semi traditional dinner. Christmas now means peace and family to me. we laugh and have fun. To me Christmas is a time of hope and peace and goodwill towards everyone. I just wish the world could take that sentiment and make it last the rest of the year.

Merry Christmas Emi and....

Jackson scooped Casey up and strode toward the familiar bedroom, Vash close behind him. After he laid Casey on the bed he rummaged around in the bedside locker until he found a familiar flask containing the foul smelling green potion. “Hold him up right please,” Jackson directed Vash and the young man rushed to obey. They worked together to get Casey awake enough to sip at the concoction and then allowed him to lay back down to sleep. “How are the children?” Jackson sent to Jamie. “They’re