Christmas Eve sunrise above the Coast Range. Red sky at morning, homesteader’s take warning . . . of a white Christmas, perhaps? (Photo: Mark A. Zeiger).
Merry Christmas!
I’m sorting through old seasonal writing lately. I found a semi-autobiographical short story of about 1200 words that I really like, enough to edit heavily to blog length for sharing here. The original piece doesn’t have a real title yet, although I’m tempted to call it “A Child’s Christmas in Wrangell”. I hope you enjoy it.
Beside the Christmas Fire
A long time ago, when the warmth of a wife’s arms was only dreamed of, when there was only one family to think on, and hope for, and love, the darkness gathered close at Christmas.
