Seasonal Storytellers Mugs

"Grandpa says there's a frozen mosquito trapped inside every snowflake."

Early season snow and the following thaw got all the snowmen grumbling...

"I'm going to talk about the summer before last, it was much more fun."

"You do realize his ‘nose so bright’ is going to attract a horde of Defense Department drones."

Kid to fellow fisherman: 'Why do they stink like fish when they've been bathing this whole time?'

Grizzly bears are gregarious animals.

"It started rather well, but then, you sang two wrong notes, so that's a fail in my book. Try again at the next mating season..."

“Hey Everyone! It’s the first day of Fall! Okay, you go first!”

Rude Snowpeople

Father Christmas Painting Robins.

“He’s timid, very shy. I rescued him from some wacko who tried to steal Christmas.”

Filming Christmas

"By God, Man! Yes!! This is the stuff we're looking for!"

"I can't tell you how it ended. That would ruin the sequel."

"Once upon a time there was a kind bank manager who found all the money lost in the global financial meltdown, brought world peace, stopped global warming, cured the common cold and discovered Julian Assange is Santa."

"So, are you predicting an early spring?"

"I love this time of year."

A poem: With daylight's shift, winter draws near...

The Nanuit Have 2,027 Words For Snow, But, After Awhile, They Just Talk About Something Else...

A feminist Christmas.

The Month of June

"Wh@_I_Did_During_My_Whole_Summer_Vacation."

'My Dad won't let me tell what I did on my summer vacation...he doesn't want anyone to know where he set up his offshore bank accounts.'

A Salmon Lie

Knight before Christmas

"I'd like to thank everyone who believed in me."

'Happens every year - I can never remember where I put the tree decorations.'

Santa Claus writes a 'Yule Blog'.

'Son, you're old enough now to know, there's no such thing as Christmas.'

"You've got to learn to let go."

"Can you believe it? A couple of page-turners, one affair, and, wham - it's Labor Day."

The Old Woman in the shoe questions her decision to spend her empty-nest years in a condo at a ski resort.'

"Don't you love the smell of burning leather boots this time of year?"

The Cricket on the Hearth - Title-page to the first edition

"Remember last October when you had on your autumn colors and we were hugging like this? And that tiny chipmunk jumped on my face? That was nuts!"