The Roses of Prose

CHAPTER THREE “Looks like we both got involved with the wrong person.” Dee took another bite of pecan pie. “Hmm, this is as good as ...

CHAPTER TWO Theo leaned against Dee’s hospital bed, his arms crossed, staring at his black Santa boots when she waddled out of the b...

  CHAPTER ONE She’d never seen a Santa suit used in quite that way, huddled and burrowed under a sterile sheet covering her spread l...

  The Santa Tradition - Part Three by Diane Burton    For the past twenty years, James’ dad had volunteered to play Santa for ...

The Santa Tradition - Part Two by Diane Burton    Of all the things James could have said, I didn’t expect that. “What do you ...