today’s 2nd book: Under the Evergreen
Last week, we kicked off this year’s blog series spotlighting (over 70 this year) new and recently-released Christmas reads! This is the 7th year for the Christmas Reads Giveaway series, and I think I get more excited about it every year 🙂
Christmas is still 32 days away, according to Google, BUT it’s never too early for Christmas stories. Beginning now and continuing through just after Christmas, I’m going to spotlight several Christmasy releases from 2023. So… snuggle in, grab your fave hot beverage (wassail anyone?) and comfiest blanket, turn on some Christmas tunes and start your bookish Christmas list! And no doubt you know the drill by now – there are GIVEAWAYS with EACH POST in this series??!! (Because authors are awesome!)
UNDER THE EVERGREEN by Susan May Warren
Timeless Christmas Stories Duology
GENRE: Contemporary Fiction (Christian)
PUBLISHER: SDG Publishing
RELEASE DATE: November 8, 2023
Christmastime Miracles Await in Susan May Warren’s Under the Evergreen: Timeless Christmas Stories Duology!
All I Want for Christmas:
One woman’s hilarious effort to save her family’s final Christmas together unleashes unforeseen mishaps. As Marianne tackles being football team mascot and organizing the church Christmas tea, will her children make it home for the holidays?
Baby, it’s Cold Outside:
A blizzard strands five strangers in one home, each harbouring their own grief. But as they band together to weather the storm, they just might discover the magic of Christmas and a miracle to heal their hearts.
“The kind of story that is perfect for being snowed in with.”
Don’t miss out on these heartwarming tales from #1 Bestselling author Susan May Warren. Available for a limited time only, treat yourself with these Christmastime classics!
all i want for christmas
There are some Christmases that slink by, their significance lost amid the flurry of parties, holiday card mailings, and the endless lists of stocking stuffers. They end well, perhaps, with a sigh of relief and a warm curl of happiness that signifies, once again, a successful season had by all.
There are other years, however, that stand out in stark relief. Moments where the trudge of time, however briefly, hiccups. Years when we remember exactly why we gather with family to celebrate a day of peace, of grace.
For me, such a stumble in time came in my forty-eighth year. The year I turned into a fish.
It happened by accident, as all monumental occurrences do. In fact, it wasn’t until afterward that I realized the depth of what had transpired. My youngest son claims that I entered into my state fully cognizant of the ramifications. My perspective suggests I was tricked, baited by the hope that my youngest son might find inspiration and purpose in my humble transformation and sacrifice.
Perhaps he did. But that year, the year I became a fish, also turned out to be the Christmas that would remind me, in years hence, that children do remember. They hold the memories we create as nourishment, filling in the nooks and crannies of their lives to make them stronger.
And eventually, they pass them on.
baby, it’s cold outside
If she could, Dottie would simply erase the next three days off her calendar.
More than any other holiday, Christmas had the power to rip her asunder. A thousand tiny shards of excruciating memory bombarded her as she ventured through Berman’s Grocery store on the annual requisite journey to pad her pantry for the holiday.
Christmas was for those with something to celebrate, with family, and the hope of a better tomorrow. Even Berman’s Grocery store believed that. As if emboldened by the optimism of the new decade and casting away the specter of rationing over the past five years, they advertised a holiday special on Rock Cornish game hens at thirty-nine cents a pound.
Dottie Morgan picked up the packaged hen. It fit well into her gloved hand, weighing two pounds, maybe a bit more. In all her forty-four years, she’d never had a Rock Cornish game hen.
Behind her, a mother in the bakery section corralled two giggling schoolchildren. Dottie peeked at them—Minnie Dorr, with her little tykes, Guy and Hazel. She recognized the grade schoolers, dressed in their blue-checkered wool jackets, belts hitched around their bulky waists, and sweltering in their knitted caps, from the library’s young readers program. Six-year-old Guy could wheedle right under Dottie’s skin like a burr.
Or a curl of warmth, if she let him.
Dottie turned away from them, dropping the hen back into the cooler. She didn’t need a cart but hung her wire basket on her arm, passing by the turkeys. She hadn’t purchased a bird in…well, she knew she shouldn’t have stopped by the store on the way home from work. Today the place bustled with women stocking up for the holiday, celebration in the air, and it only stirred up the old aches.
Near the canned cranberry sauce hung an advertisement of a jolly Saint Nicholas slaking his thirst with a Coca-Cola, smiling upon two pajama-clad children surrounded by gifts.
At the end of the bakery section, a giant velvet stocking bulged with candy canes, Pfeffernüsse cookies, and popcorn balls.
A display of ice skates and holiday lights reminded patrons to visit Berman’s Hardware next door.
On the radio, Bing Crosby crooned out “Silent Night.”
Memories simply couldn’t be dodged at Christmastime.
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What about you? What makes you want to read Under the Evergreen by Susan May Warren?