I am not a professional writer, in that I don't sell my writings directly to make a living. The closest thing to a professional writer in my family is my sister, Ann. She's a reporter for the Pittsburgh Post-Gazette.
The PG has a feature called the Saturday Diary. Among the entries that Ann has written there, she has an ongoing tale about the Christmas village that she builds on top of the fireplace mantle each year. These are her columns about it for `08, `09 and `10. I've been told that one is in the pipeline for this season, as well.