Scarlet Robe Creations

"Is it perfect?" Marcy said as they stopped along the short path. It was quiet on the edge of the woods, walking through the tree farm.  She loved the sound of snow crunching under her feet.  The three inches that had fallen three days ago was crusty underfoot.  The sun was trying its best to melt winter's dressing.  Marcy could feel the glowing warmth on her face, despite the cold temperatures. "Better than perfect," Robert replied. This would be their first Christmas as husband and wife.  They had come out to tag the tree.  It would later be cut down and Robert would pick it up with his Ford F-150 next weekend. "Will the star fit on top?  It is my Grandmother's star.  It has to fit on the top." "It will," Robert assured her. She wrapped her arm around the crook of his elbow. "If I listen," she said. "I can almost hear the sap running through the bark." "You're thinking of Maple Trees." "Nope.  I am...

Readers of my novel 'Afternoons With Mister D' will find this story interesting. This is in response to a reader who said,  "I wondered if I was going to read more about Molly Boyd." Jimmy Klein and Molly Boyd are two characters who appear in the story 'X-Country' If you haven't read 'Afternoons With Mister D' and are looking for a really good Christian based novel, follow the link below and God Bless. "What are you thinking about?" Jimmy Klein stood at the window looking out over the snow covered fields.  They were standing in the dining hall of the seminary.  The holidays were all passed.  The snow piling up on the lawn was a product of January.  The best snow, as per Lucy in the Charlie Brown Christmas Special. "It's beautiful," Jimmy added "You think," the other said, sarcastically.  His name was Herbert Grainger.  His family had moved north from the deep south a couple years before he decided on answering God...

Snow, a lacy white garment, covering the iniquities of our world. A white cloth covering the depths of our our most intimate scars. The thought is pondered by my soul as I trudge through the morning spectacle. In the immediate moment the white power holds such beauty, purifying our world in a cloak of forgiveness. copyright 2017 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author