Showing posts with label #ChristmasStory. Show all posts
Showing posts with label #ChristmasStory. Show all posts

Wednesday, December 21, 2022

The Gift of Giving by Holly Jacobs

I was born in August…despite my holiday name. My mom was thrilled that she’d found a name that wouldn’t have a nickname. Which explains why I’ve spent most of my life as Hall.  Maybe it’s my name, or maybe my love of glee…but I’ve always loved the holidays.

A few years ago, I started a tradition with the kids in my life—affectionately known as The Minions online. As part of their Christmas present, I give them all the gift of giving. Yes, I think giving is a gift. Their gift is sponsoring an animal at a local rescue. Each year, they choose their animal and then send their choice a card along with my sponsorship check. This last year, three of them got to go visit the rescue. Oh, the excitement as they were introduced to “their” animals. They brought an extra gift and got to find the joy in giving something more tangible than a check.

It’s been a beautiful way to teach them about the gift of giving. I have felt such pride as I see the lesson sink in. In the summer we play Holly’s Ice Cream. They ride their bikes up to me and ask for wild ice cream concoctions. And then most of the time as they “pay” me, they say, “And I’ll pay for that guy behind me.” I know it’s just a game, but oh, my heart.

When I started writing, I gravitated toward romance. Why? It was the people. I loved figuring out how two very different people found a way to build a relationship—a life—together. I loved throwing family and friends in the midst and adding a bit of havoc to that couple’s journey. I have a big family and I understand that they impact every part of my life.

I’ve also worked to add the gift of giving into my stories. I didn’t think of it that way at the beginning of my career, but now I do. It shows up time and time again in my books. Books like Signs of the Times where a single mom gives her “spare” time to her downtown business association. My three PTA Moms each had a holiday…Once Upon a Thanksgiving, Once Upon a Christmas and Once Upon a Valentine’s. They were three moms who spent their books giving what little spare time they have at their kids’ school. In A Hometown Christmas…a woman who reopens her small town’s library and keeps it running by sheer force of will. And…well, you get the point.

Whether it’s my name, or my love of glee, I write a lot of holiday (HOLLYday?) romances. I try to live up to my name in my real life as well. Whatever holiday you celebrate, I wish you all one that’s filled with the gift of giving.

Happy HOLLYdays!

Holly…aka Hall

PS Something Perfect is my story in Surprises in All Sizes: Secret Babies. The heroine lives a life that celebrates the gift of giving in so many ways! I'm so excited to have a story in a collection with so many friends...who happen to be amazing writers! I hope you'll check it out!



Award-winning author Holly Jacobs has over three million books in print worldwide. The first novel in her Everything But. . . series, Everything But a Groom, was named one of 2008's Best Romances by Booklist, and her books have been honored with many other accolades. She lives in Erie, Pennsylvania, with her family. You can visit her at www.HollyJacobs.com.

Wednesday, December 7, 2022

A Log Cabin for Christmas by Kristen Joy Wilks




This will be our first Christmas in our own home.


It will be both beautiful and sorrowful because we didn’t buy this house, I inherited it. There is something we often forget about inheritance, one must lose someone precious in order to gain what they longed to pass down.

This is my dream house.

It was my grandparents dream before it was mine. They spent years felling trees from their own land, skinning logs, talking visitors into skinning logs, and finally turning their vision into a home. This house welcomed anyone who stopped by. My grandmother was hospitality personified and despite my grandfather’s gruff exterior he loved company, especially if they were willing to do a bit of work before dinner.

Grandma Autumn started cooking for her family at the age of nine. In her 90s, when she could no longer walk without help, she would still offer to get you something to eat and drink as soon as you walked in the door. I had to quickly say, “I’ll get the tea, Grandma” or she would try to get up, even though she wasn’t able to.

It has been four years since we lost Grandma and five months since Grandpa strode into glory at the ripe old age of 104. Yes, even at 104 he had a busy social calendar. Everyone came up to see him, though he lived off-grid in the mountains.

This house is full to the brim with memories of them.

The best three years of my childhood were spent here. Making homemade parachutes for my cabbage patch dolls and tossing them off the balcony. Watching Gunsmoke and Wild Kingdom together. Grandma waiting with a cup of cocoa and a homemade cinnamon roll when my brother and I came straggling in after building snow forts in the yard.

I have always wanted to live here. But I have never wanted to lose my grandparents.

Inheritance.

Pain and beauty all rolled up together. Death and life in a single word.

My grandfather was the one who loved to decorate for Christmas. Colorful lights around the windows, garland on the banister, that manger scene music box that played “O Little Town of Bethlehem.” He made sure their log home shone with Holiday cheer.

This will be the first year we can both have a Christmas tree and also walk through the living room without a slap from the branches. This will be the first year we can have a big tree. The ceiling in the front room goes all the way to the log rafters. Such an incredible gift.

As we start our own traditions here, finally free of our cramped apartment, we will miss them so much. Hanging the lights will make me think of Grandpa. Baking the pies will remind me that Grandma was the only one who could whip up a lemon meringue pie without breaking out in a cold sweat. Christmas presents will remind me of that year both my brother and I got Flexible Flyer sleds, probably financed by them though the tag said “Dad and Mom.”

They both lived long and rich lives, but their loss is still hard.

As we step into the Christmas season, grieving their loss and rejoicing in the fact that our three teenage sons no longer have to share a room, I am determined not to miss a thing. For if I shut out the sorrow, how can I fully live the joy?

 
God Himself told us that like a kernel of wheat that dies to produce an abundant crop, we must not cling tightly to this world. My grandparents did not cling. They lived a life of service. Through both their hospitality and in founding the Bible camp where we live and work.

They passed their beautiful home on to me, but also left a legacy full of cups of creamy cocoa, slices of pie, and Christmas lights that light up the remote forest for all who wander off the beaten path.

This is more than a house, it is a lifetime of giving. That is what we receive from them this Christmas, not just rooms and a roof over our heads, but the chance to give in new and amazing ways, all because of the faithfulness they showed.

So this Christmas I’m going to get a tall tree, send my husband up a ladder with an armful of lights, and bake a pie worthy of Grandma. We all die in the end, but if we die to ourselves again and again for a lifetime, we will leave an incredible legacy behind.



John 12:24-25—" Very truly I tell you, unless a kernel of wheat falls to the ground and dies, it remains only a single seed. But if it dies, it produces many seeds. Anyone who loves their life will lose it, while anyone who hates their life in this world will keep it for eternal life.”

Visit the wilds of Siberia for Christmas in Kristen’s Gothic Christmas mystery, The Volk Advent.

Kristen Joy Wilks is an author, camp photographer, and the mom of three teenage boys. She writes about what she loves: the quiet of the forest, the ill-considered schemes of unstoppable children, and the love of loyal pets who will never leave your side … as long as you pack bacon! Follow Kristen on Instagram, Facebook, or try one of her chicken-themed books for free by signing up for her newsletter at kristenjoywilks.com.

Monday, November 21, 2022

His Candy Christmas by Darlene Fredette

His Candy Christmas is a Redford Falls Story, Book 1, by Darlene Fredette, from the Wild Rose Press.

Original Publication: 2013 - One Sweet Christmas

It’s going to take more than a few pieces of chocolate to fill this Scrooge’s heart with Christmas cheer. Luckily Candy has a whole shop full.

Who knew returning home would contain a cool nip in the air, irresistible chocolate, and a Santa suit?

Candice Cane is not proud of the way she acted after her last encounter with Jackson Frost. Sure revenge was fun, but now Jackson is angry and looking for answers, and standing on the welcome mat in her chocolate shop. Now he's after some revenge of his own.

Jackson returned to his small hometown for one reason and one reason only. So, he's not sure how he ended up in a Santa suit in the middle of a chocolate shop, at the behest of its beautiful owner, instead of high-tailing it back to the city as fast as he can.

Excerpt:

She tapped the pen against her chin. Yes, this plan could work.

“Why the hesitation? I thought you’d be just as eager to end our marriage.”

Not just yet. Candy had a problem and Jackson was her solution. “You need a divorce, I need a Santa.”

“What?” He raised an eyebrow.

She flashed a sinister smile and winked, pointing to the clothing bag hanging from a hook on the wall. A Santa hat peeked from the open zipper. “Give me your best ho ho ho.”

“No...no way!” Jackson stepped back, colliding with the wall. “If you think I’m going to dress up as Santa, you’re out of your mind!”

“No Santa, no divorce.” Candy flicked the pen through the air and it clattered onto the table.

Buy link: https://www.amazon.com/Candy-Christmas-Redford-Falls-Book-ebook/dp/B08DRRPG4G

About Darlene Fredette

Darlene resides on the Atlantic Coast of Canada where the summers are too short and the winters are too long. An avid reader since childhood, Darlene loved to develop the many stories coming to life in her head. She writes contemporary romances with a focus on plot-driven page-turners. When not working on her next book, she can be found with her husband, her daughter, and her yellow Labrador. Darlene’s favourite pastime is taking summer day-trips to the Valley to soak in the small-town feel.

Author Web Site: http://darlenefredette.blogspot.com/

Blog: http://findingthewritewords.blogspot.com

Amazon Author Page: https://www.amazon.com/Darlene-Fredette/e/B005NAF660/

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/darlenefredette1/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/DarleneLF
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/DarleneLF

Reviews:

[His Candy Christmas] “I loved it! Would I recommend this Christmas novella? Definitely! Get cosy in your favourite chair with a warm cuppa and this novella!” ~ Sandra Jeanz Book Reviews

[His Candy Christmas] “This novella is truly a very sweet Christmas Story. I read it in one sitting and immediately fell in love with Candice Cane.” ~ Amy’s Reviews

Monday, October 24, 2022

Christmas House by LoRee Peery

Welcome, LoRee Peery, to the Window Over the Sink!

I'm adding LoRee's interview questions later, as we got a little lost in our translating! Thanks for your great answers, LoRee!

Thanks for coming today! If there’s anything you don’t care to answer, give it a skip.

1. What is your favorite thing about yourself? And your least favorite?

I smile easily, and often talk to strangers. I’ve been told others find that encouraging.
What I don’t like is too many times those old insecurities come forth. I need to
remind myself that I am unique, fearfully and wonderfully made, according to God’s blueprint.

2. Is there a particular line you won’t cross in writing, even to satisfy a trend
or—possibly—to make a story more compelling?

Cursing or sex on the page immediately come to mind. Mistakes happen in life
because authors humanize characters. Sometimes a baby is the result, but God
makes no mistakes, so unexpected pregnancy is not a mistake.

3. Is there someone you’d like to make proud of you with your writing, and do
you think you’ve done it?

Oh, my mom. I often wonder if from heaven, she knows what’s going on in my life. This Christmas novella will be my 25th release. I’d love to hear her comments on my writing.

4. What do you do on those days when you’re pretty sure the muse has died
and you’ll never again write a publishable word?

Thanks for the chuckle. Oh, we insecure writers. I take a walk or do something
tactile. Read, color, read, play solitaire, read, work a puzzle in the winter, read. Or if I’m working on a first draft, I’ll begin typing, “I don’t know what to write, I don’t know want to write. What is –character name—doing? What does she/he feel?" And then, I’m back into the story.

5. What would you want to be if you weren’t a writer?

I have an eye for photography. My digital camera gave way to my phone. But
knowing how to use a telephoto lens with settings and lightings, etc. to capture
nature, especially. I would love that.

6. Do you have any particular fan-girl moments you’d like to share? We’d love
to hear about them, especially if they were embarrassing and good for a
laugh!

Silly me. A few months after my first two releases, I received a letter from a stranger. My first thought when I saw the return address and only PO Box with my little town on the envelope, that it was fan mail. Good grief. It turned out to be a blessing I’ve written about more than once. The letter came from an unknown cousin exactly nine months older than me. He’d read something I wrote for a magazine. We were great friends for ten years, until he passed. But we will meet again.

7. Looking back, what do know now that you wish you’d known the first time
you opened a file and typed “Chapter One”?

How important it is to view the world through the character’s senses. What he or she sees, hears, smells, feels. I’ve been known to act out positions, go outdoors on a full-moon night to check shadows, investigate natural fragrances, touch things, stand in the trees with my eyes closed and listen. Kind of weird, I know.

8. What was a best day of your life? A worst? (Feel free to skip this one—I know
it crosses the line into nosiness, but I’ve been fascinated by it ever since the first
time I saw City Slickers.)

Hmm, I watched that movie once, and don’t remember anything except how the guy couldn’t ride a horse. 
Also, I honestly don’t remember much about my wedding day. I do remember how I felt on the day of salvation. And thirty years ago, I sat in a little room outside a
birthing suite in Valdosta, Georgia, while my oldest daughter gave birth to my first
grandchild. I heard everything while I laughed silently, cried, thrust a fist into the air, and praised the Lord.
The worst day—receiving my brother’s call when he said our father had been
murdered.

9. Who are your heroes / heroines? Have they made a difference in your
writing?

My heroes and heroines are overcomers, be they fictional or real.

Thank you for the opportunity to visit your cyber home today, Liz. I hope your
readers enjoy the interview as much as me.
~*~

Pepper Rainwater has just bought the first real home she' s ever had, and she' s decorating and celebrating Christmas with everything she has. The neighbor' s miniature donkeys and meeting Foxx interrupt her life. Can she turn from all she' d been taught and trust strangers?
A startling discovery after his father' s death forces Foxx Haven to face an unknown past. His life has been a lie. He' s distracted from work for the first time— by his heritage and his new neighbor. Can he fight his attraction to an unbeliever and discover his new life chapter at the same time?
Miniature donkeys and learning about Christ have a profound impact on Pepper. But God has a mighty work to bring her hurting soul and Foxx' s new perspective into alignment. Can hope override hurting souls and enable a happily-ever-after?


Links: https://www.amazon.com/Christmas-House-Holiday-Extravaganza-ebook/dp/B0BDHDZZ82/ref

https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/christmas-house-loree-peery/1142183046

https://pelicanbookgroup.com/ec/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=68_41&products_id=1593

Bio


Nebraska country girl LoRee Peery writes fiction that hopefully appeals to adult readers who enjoy stories written from a Christian perspective, focusing on the romance. These include novels and novellas for women and men in the Contemporary, Romance, Historical, Time Travel, and Mystery/Suspense categories. 
She writes of redeeming grace with a sense of place. Her Frivolities Series launched her releases, and the book based on her father’s unsolved homicide, Touches of Time, was a personal relief. She is who she is by the grace of God: Christian, country girl, wife, mother, grandmother and great-, sister, friend, and author.

Connect with LoRee: www.loreepeery.com
https://www.facebook.com/LoReePeery

Wednesday, October 19, 2022

Big Life, Small Moments by Nan Reinhardt


I was thinking this morning about how other people’s lives seem so much larger than my own. My life is very ordinary, filled with ordinary stuff like laundry and weeding gardens and walks around the neighborhood. Cooking breakfasts, scaring up lunches, and dreaming up something wondrous for supper each night. I don’t go very many places—not to restaurants or concerts or movies or shopping. I’m mostly at home or at the lake, writing or editing. Sometimes, I go out to lunch with friends and a couple times a year, Liz and I go on retreat where I…yes, write.

Is my life small? I wonder sometimes if I’m missing big moments because so much of my life is made up of so many small ones.

There have been big moments, though, as there are in everyone’s life—marriage, the birth of Son, Son’s marriage, Grandboy’s birth, Son’s PhD, my first novel being published, and going to Paris and Ireland. Lots of big moments set in among the small ones.

And even small moments can feel big. Every time I type THE END on a first draft, that feels like a huge moment, as does receiving an email from my editor telling me I nailed the revisions on a manuscript. Book release day is always an extraordinary day where I find myself all over the interwebs on blogs and Facebook posts and Tweets and it makes me wonder, who is this person? Small moments in time, but big ones in my life.

Lots of the folks who seem to have larger lives than mine travel a lot. I don’t travel much—Husband is a homebody and I find myself less willing to leave him for long periods, but oh, how I travel when I edit other author’s work! I love reading about faraway places. Funny that because I do often long to travel to faraway places, yet my books all happen in the same little Indiana river town… I don’t use my own work to see the world. I’m not sure why; I’m sure Freud would have some fun with that.

My family used to tease me about living in “Nan’s world,” and perhaps I do. I love River’s Edge and all my imaginary friends there. But I also relish the small moments in my real life that make it feel big. Dinner with Son, just the two of us, boat rides with Husband watching the sun set over the lake, playing a game with Grandboy, basking on the deck with a book and a glass of wine, rereading a particular scene I really had fun writing, processing a story with Liz, going to the winery with my lake friends—small moments all, but altogether, I believe they make my life bigger.

Tell me about your small moments or your big ones. Let’s talk…

 A big moment happened yesterday—The Fireman’s Christmas Wish, book 3 in the Lange Brothers trilogy released from Tule Publishing. What’s more fun the Christmas romance?



The Fireman’s Christmas Wish, Book 3 in the Lange Brothers Trilogy

Her heart is wide open, but he’s nailed his shut.

Preschool teacher Harley Cole has always viewed life through rose-colored glasses. With a career she loves, friends she enjoys, and a home that is her haven, there’s only one thing missing—finding her soul mate. As the holidays approach, Harley is inspired to help her former high school crush rediscover his holiday joy. It’s just a good deed...until the feelings she thought were gone come rushing back.

Fire Chief Becker Lange returns home to River’s Edge with a heavy heart. His divorce has emotionally ravaged him, leaving him more confused than ever about what women want. So to protect himself from another failure, he closes his heart. And then Harley Cole makes him a flirty dare that she can help him overcome the holiday blues. Beck’s not sure he wants to, but Harley’s a hard woman to tell no.

Can the magic of Christmas and a sweet stray kitten bring these two lonely souls together?

Buy Links:

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09YFH87XD

B&N Nook: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-firemans-christmas-wish-nan-reinhardt/1141372530

Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/the-fireman-s-christmas-wish

Apple Books: https://books.apple.com/us/book/the-firemans-christmas-wish/id1620215901

Tule Bookstore: https://tulepublishingshop.com/products/the-fireman-s-christmas-wish

Nan Reinhardt is a USA Today bestselling author of sweet romantic fiction for Tule Publishing. Her day job is working as a freelance copyeditor and proofreader, however, writing is Nan’s first and most enduring passion. She can’t remember a time in her life when she wasn’t writing—she wrote her first romance novel at the age of ten and is still writing, but now from the viewpoint of a wiser, slightly rumpled, woman in her prime. Nan lives in the Midwest with her husband of 48 years, where they split their time between a house in the city and a cottage on a lake. 



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