Christmas Cheer

IMG_2867.JPGI love Christmas.  So does the cat.


Christmas (in my opinion) is the best time of the year.  Christmas carols fill the air, the fireplace runs warm and bright, under the Christmas tree is getting full of presents.  (And cats.)


I like reading Christmas stories.  Some of my favorites are:


The Best Christmas Pageant Ever by Barbara Robinson.


The Herdman kids lie, and steal, and smoke cigars (even the girls).  They also talk dirty, cuss their teachers, and take the name of the Lord in vain.  The last place anyone expects to see them is church.

No one is prepared when the Herdmans storm Sunday school and take over the annual Christmas pageant.  Before anyone can stop them, they’re plotting revenge on Herod, and burping the baby Jesus.  They’ve got the whole town up in arms.

How the Herdmans turn a series of disasters I to what everyone agrees is the best Christmas pageant ever, is a hilarious, touching, and unforgettable tale from a beloved storyteller.

Favorite quote:  “So that year my father went… to see his bathrobe, he said.”


And the Advent books by Arnold Ytreeide are also really good!  There are four in total.  This is the first one we read.

Then there’s Christmas trees.  Personally, I like big ones.  REALLY big ones:




What’s your favorite Christmas story?


Talk to y’all later, and Merry Christmas!


Molly J. G.



Once Lost, Now Found parts 2 & 3

Parts 2 & 3


Okay, so I can’t figure out how to get the second & third parts on my Short Stories page, so I’m just sticking ’em on here!


Part #2

“Eleanor, dear, if you will come with me, there is someone I wish you to meet.”

“Yes, Father,” Eleanor smiled, taking the arm that he offered her.

He led her down the stairs and into the parlor. A young man with bright red hair was standing looking out of the window. As they entered, he turned.

“Eleanor, allow me to introduce Sir Travis,”

Sir Travis bowed to Eleanor, and she dropped a polite curtsey.

Her father leaned close to her ear, “My dear,” he said, in barely more than a whisper, “Sir Travis has asked for your hand in marriage. I have not yet given him an answer, but he is a very rich man,” he paused, “Do try to like him.”

Eleanor felt her cheeks grow hot. Try to like him? Marry him? She felt her heart still inclined to the promise to wait for Edward. But, she thought, Edward is not the same. I told him that I did not want to see him anymore. Perhaps this ‘Sir Travis’ will be the right one.

“My lady, it is an honor to meet you.” Sir Travis bowed again.

“A pleasure to make your acquaintance as well, sir,” she replied softly.

“Why don’t you,” her father cleared his throat, “Go stroll in the garden. It is a lovely day.”

“Yes, Father,”

Her father seemed to like this man. He seemed to have excellent manners, and he was almost as handsome as Edward. Almost.

In the garden the two began to talk. Eleanor found that he was enjoyable in conversation. But she found herself again pondering the promise that she had made so long ago to the man she loved.

About a week later…

Edward paced up and down the small room.

“You must understand, Esmond, that I am not welcome there.” He said, “Eleanor herself said that she did not want to see me anymore.”

“I, for one, do not believe it.” Esmond, a dark-haired fellow with blue, twinkling, eyes replied, “I imagine that she is pining for you as much as you are for her.”

“What would you know about love?” Edward growled, “You, who have never liked a girl in your life.”

“You’ve told me all about it,” Esmond replied, “I believe I know all about how to get a girl now. Supposedly steal a ring, then run off for a while, then find it, bring it back, ask her to marry you, and ride off into the sunset.”

“It’s not that simple.”

“Really? I thought that was quite complicated. If it’s more complex than that, then I shall never attain a bride.”

“Esmond, you are impossible. Now tell me if you have any suggestions, if you are so brilliant.”

“I never said I was brilliant,” Esmond replied, “But since you asked for my suggestion, here it is: my dear fellow, if you don’t try, you won’t be successful.” He paused, “How is that for advice?”

“Brilliant.” Edward muttered, “Esmond, I don’t know now to try. Eleanor… she… oh, bother you, Esmond, now I will have to go try.”

“I’m sure that the idea would have worked itself into your thick skull eventually.” Esmond replied, his eyes twinkling, “Aye, now you will have to go. Sweep her off of her feet – or kiss her; I don’t care, just get her or I’ll have to get you a doctor.” With that, and a chuckle, Esmond left the room.

“He must think I’m love-sick or something.” Edward said to himself, sitting down to stare at the fire. “Well, I would have to agree with him on that one.”

~ ~ ~

A little while later…


Edward slumped into the chair across from Esmond.

“Aye, it is true. She is to be married in two weeks to a fellow name Sir Travis.” He said quietly,

“Do you know anything about him?” Esmond queried

“No, except that he is rich.”

“Then you do have competition!” Esmond exclaimed, “So when are you going to go back?”

“Esmond, stop it!” Edward jumped to his feet, “She made her choice. Sir Travis will be able to take care of her, which is much more than what I’ll be able to do. Esmond, I have nothing to offer her. Besides, she doesn’t like me anymore.” He sat down again.

“Edward,” Esmond leaned forward to face him, taking on a more serious demeanor, “I didn’t mean to offend you, but I still don’t see this situation as hopeless.”

“So what do you expect me to do, kidnap her?” Edward said sarcastically,

“God can work miracles like you’ve never seen,” Esmond pondered for a moment, “Pray about it, Ed; even though it seems that you’ve lost her, God can turn a heart of stone to one of flesh.”

“God. I had nearly forgotten about Him.”

“How could you forget about God? He has not forgotten about you.” Esmond stood, “Ask Him, Ed,”

~ ~ ~

Eleanor felt butterflies in her stomach as she gazed at the dress. Beautiful white fabric embroidered and beaded in an exquisite design.

“Would you like to try it on, My Lady?” the seamstress asked,

“Yes,” Eleanor exclaimed, “I don’t know if I’ve ever been so excited before!”

“Aye, My Lady,” the seamstress bobbed her head in a sort of nod and smiled, “All young girls are that way,”

This, Eleanor thought, is true happiness. Or was it?

NOTE: I didn’t mean to copy Jane Austen’s Sense and Sensibility with the names Eleanor and Edward.

What in the world am I doing here? Edward wondered. It was nearly midnight, and here he was, sneaking around the place he had never expected to see again. He raked his fingers through his short dark hair; a sure sign of agitation.

He walked silently through the gate and into the garden. Moving along the wall of the house, he slowly peeked around the corner. Two men stood only five paces away.   Edward strained to listen to the conversation.

“So, Travis, it’s working?”

“Aye, better than I expected. I’ll marry the girl, then we’ll have the ‘accident’, her father will die, and she will inherit the fortune. Once we have the money secured we’ll dump the girl somewhere.”

“Brilliant, Travis. It is working extraordinarily well. I must be going.”

Edward flattened himself up against the wall. The man walked right past him. Edward breathed a prayer of thanks that it was dark enough that the man could not see him. Once he was sure that both men were gone he dashed for the gate. He must get to Esmond and make a plan to rescue Eleanor from those brutish men.

Part 3

“Sir Travis,” Eleanor stepped from the house into the garden. He turned, and offered a welcoming smile. A few seconds later she fell in step beside him. She felt her stomach twist in knots as she contemplated what she was about to say.

“Yes, my love?” Sir Travis looked down into her eyes, his were a piercing, icy blue; so different from Edward’s.

“I…” Why could she not say it? Finally she blurted out the words. “I cannot marry you.”

A look of surprise crossed his face. “Why ever not?” he exclaimed,

“Because I promised to wait for another; even if it took a lifetime.”

“Who is this man who has so stolen your heart?”

“Why would you care?”

“Because I care for you,” Travis said with faked sincerity.

“His name is Edward.” Eleanor spoke softly. Edward. That name that had played itself over in her mind a thousand times since the time he left. His image was engraved in her mind, still a beacon of hope that she would see him again.

“When was the last time you saw him?”

“A few months ago.” She paused, then started walking away.

“Then farewell, Lady Eleanor,” he replied, “But I wouldn’t count on your Edward coming back.”

Eleanor turned, fire burning in her eyes. “Sir Travis, you are no longer welcome here. You may go.”

With that, and with a swish of her skirts, she disappeared inside.

~ ~ ~

Eleanor’s father was sitting in his study when a knock came on the door.

“Come in,” he said.

Sir Travis entered. “Sir, I hope I have not disturbed you.”

“No, not at all. What is it you want to see me about?”

“Do you know…” Travis paused, “Someone named Edward?”

“Edward? Aye, I do. How do you know of him, Sir Travis?”

“I saw him with your daughter earlier today. When I asked her about it, she simply said that his name was Edward.”

“What? He was with Eleanor?” The elder man stood, “Why, that man is a thief. He stole a ring, and then, because Eleanor begged me to, I did not press charges. Edward,” he stopped and shook his head, “If you see him again tell me directly.”

“Yes, sir,” Sir Travis bowed and exited the room. His plans were beginning to come together.

To be continued….



I’m back!

Hello all,

I’m planning on doing a few posts this December, and after that I’ll try to do a post on the first of every month.

Thank you for reading my blog!  I really appreciate each one of you.


Feliz Navidad!


Molly J. G.

Book Review: The Star Under the City

When Ellen is suddenly orphaned and dropped alone into a strange city under tight Nazi control, she struggles to survive from day to day. Her life takes an unexpected turn when she finds a mysterious, metal six-point star that is slightly different from the ‘Star of David’ all Jews are forced to wear. Not only does the star feel like a sign of hope, but it sets her on a mission to find out what it really means. As she begins to wonder if she’ll ever find answers, she meets Lenz, and her life is flung into a whirlwind of danger and hardship, new friends and new enemies, and opportunities to learn trust and true sacrifice. As she attempts to find her place in the conflict, she discovers she is a part of something so much bigger than she could ever imagine.The Star Under the City by Maggie Joy is a thrilling read set in WW2 times.

[Note: I’ve heard about spoiler alerts, but I’ve never done one before, so here it goes.]

*Spoiler Alert!* Don’t cry.  I didn’t want them to die!!! I didn’t!  *End of Spoiler Alert*

I thoroughly enjoyed this book.  You are pulled into Ellen’s world, sharing her tears, surprises, and laughs.

Adventure is around every corner, emotion in every alley.  Especially Beacon Street. 😉 Don’t miss this exciting novel!!

I know this is a short review, but I don’t know what else to say except:

     Great job, Maggie!


For the King of Kings,

Molly J. G.





So Kellyn Roth @ tagged me in her ‘Back to School Tag’.  So here’s the questions and my answers.

Thanks, Kellyn, for doing this!

When’s  your first day of school?

September 28th.  This year, anyway.

Homeschooled, public schooled, or private schooled?


What grade are you going into?

I don’t have a grade, but according to public school grading, it would be… 8th.

How many more years of torture do you have to endure learn?

I LOVE school!!! (So no torture.) I’m planning on finishing school early, but not sure when….

What are your goals for school this year?

I am planning on finishing pre-algebra.  At least. Probably Algebra 1, too.  Those are the main ones.

What’s your favorite season to school in? Fall, winter, or spring?

Fall and winter.

How is schooling going to effect your blogging?

With all the things that have been going on this summer it’ll probably be better this winter.  I’m planning on being more organized!!!

What’s your favorite subject?


Your least favorite?

Math.  There’s the problem.  I like science.  Science and math kinda go together.

What subject are you best at?

Uh… would that be considered bragging? Okay, I suppose not.  I don’t know!!!

Do you play any sports in school?


Is there any way that schooling is going to help your blogging endeavors? Or how has it helped your blogging skillz in the past?

I think I’m going to be more organized.  That should help.  ?

How much time a day is school going to take for you?

Depends on the day, and what time I get up in the morning.  If I work consistently I can probably get done by noon.

Are you dreading or looking forward to the event (or did you, if it’s already happened)?

I was definitely looking forward to it!!

What are you most looking forward to about school?

I’m most excited about the science and the writing program (One Year Adventure Novel).

OYAN is highly recommended, by the way!

How are you planning to fit actual life in with your school schedule?

I’ve never had a problem in years past, and homeschooling is pretty flexible. I think I’ll manage to fit some fun stuff in on Saturday and Sunday.

What are your overall thoughts on school?

I think that we NEVER stop learning.  I  enjoy school thoroughly, but there are other ways to learn other than school.

I hope you enjoyed this Q&A


~Molly J. G.

Solar Eclipse

So as you probably know, last Monday there was a solar eclipse.  Where I live we didn’t get a full eclipse, about 88%.

I don’t have much to say about it, just a few pictures!


This one was taken at its fullest.


Did you see the eclipse?


Have a great day!

Molly J. G.

Going to the Lake


It was a lovely day yesterday.  I was a little bit nervous about going to the lake, though, because we saw some clouds that looked very much like thunder – heads.

It turned out to be picture – perfect.  When we got there it was almost perfectly quiet.  That is, until my dad and brother got out their little RC Swamp Boat.

Lil’ Swamp Buggy

It was pretty cool!! They ran out of battery (and wished they had another one), so the quiet was back.

It was so calm you could see the reflection of the clouds on the water perfectly.

It was very beautiful!

Hornet’s Lair Island


If you want to know why it is (unofficially, and named by my family) Hornet’s Lair Island,  you will have to ask for a back – story!!!

😉 ;);)


Clouds in the Water


It was a great day! I went swimming, and we all ran along the beach;  there was no wind, so it was a good thing that we didn’t bring the sail-boat!

Oh, I almost forgot.  We saw a Bald Eagle!  I didn’t get any pics because it was too far away.

I hope you enjoy!

Molly J. G.


P.S. I am still trying to figure out this blogging thing, so don’t be surprised if the look changes again!




Summer is over-all fun. And busy, too.

We went to the park yesterday…  (or was it two days ago?)… with some of our friends.  They were having a water -balloon fight.  I didn’t have to participate because I had my camera, and didn’t want it to get wet! (Excuses, excuses!)

Some school, too.  I’ve been doing some math, and have been reading classics (The Count of Monte Cristo and Don Quixote).  Trying to write stories, but haven’t done enough research. Do you have any suggestions on where to do research on Ancient Rome?

Drawing some pictures, and other things.  Basically just life! 🙂


I hope your summer is great fun!!

Molly G.