by Anne R Allen
As we approach the frantic season known as “The Holidays,” I always ask myself, “Why do we do it?”
Why do I make fake snowdrifts around a dying tree in my sunny California living room and put plastic snow persons in my beachy drought-tolerant yard?
It’s all the fault of Charles Dickens. says the new movie, The Man Who Invented Christmas.
Mr. Dickens has a lot to answer for.