Showing posts with label #HarlequinHeartwarming. Show all posts
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Wednesday, December 27, 2023

The Year Santa Brought A Doll by Patricia Bradley


Pat, her sister, and the redhaired dolls.
When I was a kid, every year about the middle of October, a wonderful item arrived in our mailbox. The Sears and Roebuck Toy Catalog. The first day or so, my parents made my sister and me draw straws to see who got to look through it first.

I think my sister had an inside track since she almost always got the short straw. And sometimes, because I was the older sister, I was supposed to let her go first. I still don’t know who made up that rule.

Sometimes, I would offer to do her chores if she’d let me get the first look at it. Not sometimes. Every time if she drew the short straw. She’s the one who sometimes agreed to our deal. But oh, was it worth it.

Do you know how many pages of cap pistols there were in the catalog? I do. Eight. Eight wonderful pages of Roy Roger or Gene Autry toy pistols that I could image strapped to my side. I read every word of every page and dreamed of riding my stick horse, ready to catch the bad guys with my toy guns. I may have spent a few hours dreaming of practicing my fast draw, as well.

Roy Rogers and Trigger

Of course, this was during an innocent age where toy pistols were just that—toys. The age of Roy Rogers and Dale Evans, Gene Autry, the Lone Ranger...The time of Davy Crockett and Daniel Boone. I think it was a much simpler time, but I digress.

My sister, on the other hand, went straight for the dolls and dollhouses. And tea sets. Girly things. She wasn’t the tomboy I was. One year, somehow my mother got it in her head that I was missing out on something. I was eight years old and had never asked for nor received a doll for Christmas.

“Wouldn’t you like a doll, like this one?” She pointed to a dainty, red-haired little doll in a cute little dress.

“Sure, but did you see the Roy Rogers cap guns with the leather holster?” I could already feel them strapped around my waist. Did I mention it came with a shiny star badge? I could see it in my mind’s eye—I would be the sheriff, and my sister and the other kids in the neighborhood would be the train robbers that I would track down and bring to justice.

I marked every day off the calendar with a red crayon. Christmas Eve I barely slept, and at 4:30 Christmas morning, I woke my sister, knowing we wouldn’t get in trouble if the favored child was the one who woke our parents up at that time of the morning.

Minutes later we crept down the hall. “What if Santa hasn’t come?” she asked.

“He’s been here,” I assured her. I’d already been up an hour earlier and peeped in the living room and had seen my sister’s tricycle. Our parents must have heard us because they met us before we made it to the living room.

“What are you two doing up so early?” Our dad asked with a wink. “Never mind, go see what Santa brought you.”

We tore into the room and I frantically searched for the flat box I knew my cap guns would be in. No flat box. But there was a rather large rectangular box with my name on it. Maybe Santa brought me a double set! Or maybe there was a pair of cowboy boots in the box! I tore into it and…lifted out the doll with curly red hair.

“Do you like it?” My mom seemed to hold her breath.

I looked up into her face. Even at eight years old I knew I couldn’t say anything other than I loved it. Somehow I manage to make my mama think it was what I’d always wanted.

It would be a few years before I realized the real meaning of Christmas…celebrating the birth of our Lord and Savior. But even at eight, God was working on me. Otherwise, there is no way I could’ve understood how much it meant to my mother for me to be happy with the doll.

Oh, and later that afternoon, God blessed me with a present from my godparents. Yep, a deluxe set of Roy Rogers cap pistols with real leather holsters.

                             

USA Today
Best Selling author Patricia Bradley is a Selah and Reader’s Choice Award winner, and a Carol and Daphne du Maurier award finalist.

She and her two cats call Northeast Mississippi home--the South is also where she sets most of her books. Her seventeen novels include Heartwarming’s Matthew’s Choice and The Christmas Campaign, and four romantic suspense series: The Logan Point series, the Memphis Cold Case Novels, the Natchez Trace Park Rangers, and the Pearl River Series. Fatal Witness, the second book in the Pearl River series set in the Cumberland Plateau area above Chattanooga releases February 6, 2024.

Bradley is a popular teacher at writing conference and has been the keynote speaker at several. When she has time, she likes to throw mud on a wheel and see what happens.

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Wednesday, December 6, 2023

O Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree by Tanya Agler


Have you ever watched A Charlie Brown Christmas? Do you remember the scene where Charlie Brown and Linus arrive at the Christmas tree lot and are greeted with the sight of many types of trees from aluminum to real? Charlie Brown is perplexed until he finds the one: the tree that needs him.

Over fifty years later and Christmas trees still come in all shapes and sizes. My grandparents had an artificial tree, which I remember decorating with garland and lots of tinsel. My parents also favored an artificial tree, but they didn’t add garland or tinsel. One year, my mom worked for someone who owned a Christmas tree lot, and one of my first jobs was helping at that lot. My husband’s parents didn’t just have one artificial tree; they had several, one for their garden room and another for their living room.

I love the smell of a real Fraser fir, and I favor a real tree for the holidays. Since we’ve been married, my husband and I have visited different places to find our tree: tree farms, makeshift lots, and home improvement stores. These days, we make an evening out of decorating the tree. Before dinner, my husband, our twins, and I venture forth until we find the tree that fills our house with a fresh pine scent and provides us with many evenings of enjoyment.

After dinner, the fun begins. Prior to this day, we will already have decided whether to use twinkling colorful lights or strands of steady white lights. My husband misses bubble lights, those strands from his childhood that resembles a glass candle with bubbling liquid inside. He will put on the lights while I turn on holiday music, most often the soundtrack from A Charlie Brown Christmas or nostalgic favorites like Bing Crosby or Frank Sinatra. Then I make hot chocolate (whipped cream for me, marshmallows for the twins), and we open the ornament boxes.

Since we’ve been married, my husband and I have accumulated quite a collection of ornaments. Whenever we are on vacation, we try to purchase a special reminder of that trip. As we decorate the tree, I stop to ponder memories from each ornament. A college friend of mine gave me a rocking horse ornament with my name on it, and I always think of her. There’s the UGA Arch, that reminds me of my college days at the University of Georgia. There are metal figurines representing the Lincoln Memorial, the Gateway Arch, and more. We have Santas on speedboats, moose with ornaments stretched across their antlers, and lighthouses with the name of the beach on the base. I’m a huge fan of classic movies, and we have several It’s a Wonderful Life ornaments, including a bell with the inscription, “Every time a bell rings, an angel gets its wings” and one with “George Lassoes the Moon.”

Then there are the ornaments that our children have made. So many have their school pictures or handprints. As much as the twins beg for me to get rid of some of them, I don’t. Instead, those are carefully placed near the top so they don’t break.

My husband has some special ornaments handed down from his great-aunt, and I have an ornament made by my great-aunt.

By the time the last ornament is hung, the twins are usually back in their rooms, but my husband and I are okay with that. Our beagle Linus jumps on the couch, and we turn off the lamps, letting the glow of the Christmas lights shine brightly and the first whiff of the pine fill the air. We soak in the sight of past memories and anticipate new memories that this season will bring.

May this holiday season bring you happiness and joy.

Do you have an artificial or real Christmas tree? And what’s your favorite ornament? Please leave a comment!

Merry Christmas and happy holidays!                         

Will a surprising reunion…

Warm their hearts?


National Rodeo Champion Ty Darling is stunned when he runs into his ex, Sabrina MacGrath, in Violet Ridge, especially when he learns she’s pregnant—with his baby! Now this commitment-wary rodeo cowboy has twelve days of Christmas to prove he’s ready for a second chance at love. But being stranded together during a winter storm might just show them both the difference between being parents…and being a family.



An award-winning author, Tanya makes her home in Georgia with her wonderful husband, their four children, and a lovable rescue beagle named Linus. She is the author of eight Harlequin Heartwarming romance novels, including the October 2023 release, Snowbound with the Rodeo Star. Look for Her Temporary Cowboy, coming in April 2024. When she’s not writing, Tanya loves classic movies, chocolate, and a good cup of tea.

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