Christmas Is … is a poem I wrote during an exercise for a writers group in 2005.
Christmas is the 25th of December. It is a day when the land is covered with snow. It is a day filled with rain and sunshine. It is a day bitterly cold and a day you can wear a sweatshirt while outdoors.
Christmas is a day to gather eggs and milk the goats.
Posted by Diane Tibert on December 26, 2011
Words are powerful. They can drag us to our knees, fill us with joy and boost our spirits when we’re depressed. But words can also be powerless to the whims of people who believe they are doing right by dictating how we should use or view them.
Over the past fifty years, several words have become tarnished by misuse. These words, that were once useful descriptive words, are now banned or restricted.
Posted by Diane Tibert on December 15, 2011