The Writing of Joe Broadmeadow

On this December 24th, I want to take a moment to consider the impact of the man whose birth we will celebrate tomorrow. I know some argue for a different date, but the specifics of the day are irrelevant, it…

Joe and Hope searched the sky for signs of the sleigh. “Shouldn’t they be back by now?” Hope said. “They’ve been gone a long time.” “I don’t know,” Joe said. “Maybe it’s just taking longer than he thought it would.”…

Joe and Hope walked down the path back to the sleigh. “So why do you think he wants the star, Hope?” Hope stopped and faced Joe. “It’s not the star he wants; it’s the power it can give him. The…

Joe left the cave, heading back to where he’d last seen his grandfather and the others. Looking around, he saw no signs of them. Then he remembered what Santa said about Levi and Wyatt. Focusing his thoughts on the two…

Walking along the edge of a frozen river, Joe had time to think. This doesn’t make sense. There are always possibilities. How can something exist without possibilities? Why would someone believe possibilities are something to stop? “Because they bring a…

Spero, Joe’s grandfather, and Joe climbed down from the sleigh. “Take the sleigh and go hide,” Spero said to Levi David. “We don’t want to alert them to our being here. If we need you, I will call for you.”…

The first Joe realized the bonds no longer held him was when the Nowhere Man took him by the hand. “Come with me. I want to show you something.” Joe stood, looked around trying to look for an exit, then…

One moment the sleigh was slipping silently over a dark, treeless landscape, then the next it seemed they were plummeting from the sky. “Hold on, Joe!” his grandfather said. “Really?” Joe said, grasping the edge of the sleigh as tight…

Joe and his grandfather stood next to the sleigh while Levi David and Wyatt James made some adjustments to things. “Where are we going?” Joe asked. “Well, I was hoping you had an idea on that subject,” his grandfather said.…

Day 4: Journey The sleigh descended in a gentle spiral, giving Joe a view of a brightly lit town bustling with elves and reindeer dashing here and there. “Is that…?” “Yup, the one and only,” his grandfather said. “Cool how…