The Plight Before Christmas Book Novels & Stories

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be constructed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental. I’ll Be Home for Christmas (A Thorntons Christmas Novella) Published by Blue Violet Press LLC Seattle, Washington Copyright © 2017 by Iris Morland Cover design by Resplendent Media All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for

"Questions about past bring shadows to present. Understand?" I nodded, touched by her concern. "I understand, Yiayia. Thank you for trusting me with your story." "Not my story," she corrected gently. "Thea's story. Now little bit your story too." She patted my cheek one final time. "God keep you safe, girl with honest eyes." I stepped out into the chilly December afternoon, my head spinning with revelations. The streets were decorated for Christmas, twinkling lights strung across storefronts, wreaths adorning doorways. The festive atmosphere felt surreal.

It's a special moment, and they all feel a sense of connection and belonging. It's December, and Samantha and Andrew are getting ready for the holidays. They are hosting a Christmas party at their home, and they are excited to see all of their family and friends. They decorate the house with lights and ornaments, and they bake cookies and make hot chocolate. On Christmas Eve, they sit around the fireplace and read stories to their grandchildren. They feel a deep sense of joy and gratitude, knowing that they have everything they could ever want.

The shoppers who have not heard of her book got curious and decided to make a reservation for her book as well. The bookstores have already processed their request to Wordsmith Literature to send in more copies as soon as possible. At first, other authors thought it was foolish of them to decide to release the book a day before Christmas eve. Some couldn’t help but be jealous of her success and were looking forward to her book to flop. Some of those who have not sold their book as well as her decided to give discounted promos on their books while others who were still confident that their book could be sold by its original price only negotiated with the stores to promote their book as well.

Before I knew it, my back hit the bed and he carefully took my dress off before throwing it somewhere. _____________________________________________________________________ The last leaf of the fall disconnected from the now dark gray tree. Its orange colors knowing it soon would become dead once it reached the almost frozen floor. Winter wind blew rapidly around, tossing the dried leaves back and forth. Snowflakes drizzled and clung to everything they grabbed, the floor becoming too frozen to thaw through it anymore. In just a few days, every inch of the earth around us would be covered in many layers of snow. The cold chill that ran through everyone's spine came with some benefits though.

VOLUME FOUR: A SADDLE CREEK CHRISTMAS ROMANCE PART 1: FAMILY CHRISTMAS-RUSTLERS AND ROMANCE Dedication: This book is dedicated to my late mother, Dorothy Viola Hoy Lowery Semple, who always supported me in my writing and was always the first to download?and leave a review. And without her dragging me to church every Sunday and to Candlelight Services Christmas Eve?I would not know the important?traditions or the true meaning of Christmas in my heart.

The Christmas market in Evergreen Hollow buzzed with life despite the biting December chill. Strings of twinkling lights draped over wooden stalls, and the air carried the scent of mulled wine, roasted chestnuts, and fresh gingerbread. It was the town's biggest holiday event, drawing locals and visitors alike. The 32 year old Lila Voss had come back from Seattle for the season, escaping the corporate grind of her marketing job. Single after a messy divorce, she craved the simple joys of her childhood home, but loneliness nipped at her heels like the wind.

Christmas was the reading of the book. This Christmas, Don's book was a novel—Norwegian, which was not a coincidence, a novel by the same writer whose essays were in the Norway reading programme. The novel was called The Dark Year, and it was about a man who spent a winter alone in a cabin in the far north of Norway, experiencing the full darkness for the first time. Don had been saving it since September, when he had finished the essays. He had placed it on the shelf above his desk, the designated holding place for the Christmas book, and had not opened it once.

Seeing them made her heart ache. “Someone else might as well enjoy them,” she said to herself, picking up all three and bringing them into the car with her. She was going to a Christmas party where gifts would be given to anyone and everyone. Surely, there was someone in town that would like a copy of The Christmas Carol and a large Devonsville T-shirt. The ride to her father’s bookstore was cold. She tried to enjoy the fresh snow on the trees, the white and blue of the mountains, and the twinkle of lights in every pine tree, but she felt hollow inside.

The pastor preached on the importance of Christmas and how it is not about lavish gifts or spending but about love and faith. After a heartwarming Christmas morning church service, we embark on a journey to share the spirit of Christmas with people. With a car filled with packed meals, pastries, warm clothing, and festive treats, we head back to the streets to give to the community. As we reach the designated area, we are met with a gathering of people who, by reason beyond control, have made the streets their home. These individuals are in need, seeking warmth, food, and perhaps a glimpse of hope. The sight of their faces, filled with a mix of longing and resilience, touches my heart deeply