Hello, God. It's me, Mara.
Christmas is coming
Last updated 12/2/2022 at 8:59am
You know Lord, friends stop occasionally and tell interesting stories about their lives. A gal, we'll call her Jill, stopped a while ago, mentioned how lovely the autumns leaves were, some falling, some still attached to their branches. She giggled, mentioned that her Aunt Jane, who lives a ways a way, had told her that in her small town, she'd noticed a playground by a school with a high fence around it. Both of us thought that fence might prevent deer from hopping over; we giggled. ... Like what would be in or at a playground for deer to eat?
Then Jill said her aunt mentioned that in th...