Jingle All The Way!

I
love Christmas. Always have. Ever since I found out the tubby guy in the red
suit did NOT give me those presents once a year, I’ve been on a high. Let’s
face it, Santa’s a little weird. Definitely someone my doctor would want to
talk to about his weight. Further, what’s with the white trim, fella? Everybody
knows when you’re a short zaftig person, the last thing you need is white fur running
horizontally around your belly. I mean, come on. Talk about no clue.

When
it’s all said and done, I really like it that my mom, a single, struggling
mother of two, always managed to put something under that tree year after year.
True, often it was a pair of much needed shoes, socks, or underwear. Occasionally,
though, it was the gift of gold – new skates, a book, and once, when I turned fourteen,
a portable typewriter. My childhood, you see, took place during the Punic Wars,
when a computer or iPad was just a gleam in a yet-to-be-born entrepreneurial
eye.

I
remember opening up that typewriter like it was yesterday. The goldest of gold.
Small enough to haul around with you wherever you went. The very thing for a
fledgling, young writer. Ah, the prose, the poetry, the stories that typewriter
helped me write! I wish I had it now; it was pure magic.

I
believe the act of giving is Christmas. It’s all of us when we’re at our best. We
don’t need those we love to sit on our knee and rattle off a wish list. We know
their heart’s desires, just as they know ours. If we can make those desires a reality,
we will. Christmas is love, hope, and the giving of ourselves.

So
yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus. And he’s you.
 
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And moving on to a plug, have you heard about my latest book out? Right in the holiday spirit, if you like a dead body or two!! See below!

 

Persephone Cole and the Christmas
Killings Conundrum

In late December, 1942, Persephone (Percy) Cole, one of
Manhattan’s first female PIs, has been hired to find out who killed a Santa
Land elf and left the body in the storefront window of a swank 5th Avenue
jewelry store. Was it the spoiled heiress whose big buck handbag was found on
the scene? Or was it the rat who broke out of the big house to settle a score?
Shortly after, the corpse of the Christmas Angel is discovered stuffed in Mrs.
Santa’s workshop. Will Santa Claus be next? With a penchant for Marlene
Dietrich suits, pistachio nuts and fedora hats, this working mother finds
diamonds to the left of her, diamonds to the right, and skullduggery aplenty.
Armed with her noodle and a WW I German Mauser, Percy is determined to solve
these crimes or it just might be the ‘kiss off’ for Christmas.


My latest offering!

 
Buy page for Persephone Cole and the Christmas Killings Conundrum:
http://www.amazon.com/Persephone-Christmas-Killings-Conundrum-ebook/dp/B009OUMNMA/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1352588210&sr=1-1&keywords=persephone+cole+and+the+christmas+killing+conundrum
 

8 Comments:

  1. Thank you all for being a part of my Christmas! It's so appreciated.

  2. Hi Heather,
    Great post. My childhood seems to be an echo of yours. We didn't get much most years, but every now and again, we did find a true gem under the Christmas tree (which was cut from our garden). Couldn't afford a bought one.

    Cheers

    Margaret

  3. A wonderful post. I think we all have that one special gift that stands out in our memories, be it large or small.

  4. A lovely post. Thanks for sharing and for helping to create that Christmas spirit!

  5. Roseanne, I'll look for it. I love the Statler Brothers. Love ya!

  6. What a wonderful post, Heather. I have a song by the Statler Brothers called I believe in Santa's Cause…. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GbwM7In80Qs

    Not sure who the guy is singing along, but I love this song.

  7. Gail, you are the best. Thanks for being there and a very Happy Holiday season to you and yours.

  8. Yes, ma'am. Santa is everywhere. Always. To those who believe. Great post, darlin'. Loved it and love you.

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