My family was scurrying around, rummaging through dressers and closets trying to find belts/ties/shoes that matched our brown/black/navy socks/pants/skirts. Mom and I were sequestered in separate bathrooms, singeing our foreheads with curling irons.
Here’s an idea: why not pepper this year’s “gifts to buy” list with a number of fine items crafted right here in the good ol’ Chippewa Valley? It’s fun, thoughtful, and it helps contribute to the place you call home.
For the past four years, the role of downtown’s jolly old soul has been filled by John Curtis for Christmastime in the City.
He picked it up and Santa almost ate it, but then the cookie said, “Don’t eat me!!!” And then Santa fainted. Then he got up and said “I am going to bed so I am not crazy anymore.” – Tyler N, Locust Lane Elementary