This year marks the 10th year since I last celebrated Christmas at a place affectionately referred to as "The Farm." The Farm has been in my family since Oklahoma was opened for settlement. In its prime, the Farm was a family-sustaining operation with wheat, cattle, chickens, pigs, and a hay meadow nestled on a quarter section plus an inherited 40 acres in the north-central part of the state. To me, it was heaven. There was no place on earth like The Farm. My dad still owns the property. No one lives there, but the house, barn, grain bin, and the garage still stand.

This time of year is hectic. This year seems more so than ever before -- for me anyway. Perhaps it was the late Thanksgiving.

Yep... 2016 is rapidly drawing to a close and the Holiday season is upon us. I love Christmas. I love reminiscing about Christmases past.