RURAL WRITES

| RURAL WRITES | G.A. SCHEINOHA CONTRIBUTOR I miss Christmas. Leastwise the way it once arrived. As Advent advanced, the pastor spoke about Jesus’ Second Coming. The Judgement part put a youngster with a guilty conscience ill at ease. Luckily I didn’t wake up to a gift box of coals. Those were lumps this mischievous young’un had coming. Among the troubles he engaged in were sneaking