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12 Days of Christmas // A Carnathan Christmas {pt.3}

Good morning, happy Saturday, and merry Christmas!

The party schedule for today is quite full. Largest number of posts in one day so far I believe, which means lots of fun for all!

Today I bring you the third part of the four-part story, and perhaps my personal favorite. :) Enjoy and check back for the conclusion on Christmas Eve!



Bethany descended the creaky farmhouse stairs with an uncertain smile, yet a lightness in her step over doing something so unlike her. She couldn’t help snickering as she glanced down at her thrown-together outfit. Even with the galluses pulled all the way up, the overalls were still much too long. With her sweater tucked in underneath, she fit the definition of a ragamuffin. 

At the kitchen door, Erin was waiting, tugging on boots and a scarf. She turned at Bethany’s footsteps and began to laugh. 

“Just wait ‘til the fellow see you.”


~*~


From where he stood in the barn, shoulder propped against the doorway, David looked across the snowy yard. Bethany and Erin trudged towards them—both wearing old, hand-me-down overalls. A grin spread across his face. Man, she sure looked cute. 

“Oh great.” Michael’s groan drifted past on a breath of frosty white. “Erin’s been in somebody’s closet again.” 

“Yeah, yours.” 

Shoving off the doorframe, David strode into the barnyard with his hands in his pockets. “Good morning, farm girl.” 

Beth laughed, twisting in a circle to show off her get-up. “What do you think?” 

“I think…” He drew his arm around her shoulders and tugged her closer to his side, whispering into her knitted cap. “I think you look better in those than Michael or I ever did.” 

Her eyes widened. “Are these yours? No wonder they’re so long.” 

David snickered. “I don’t know, but Michael got most of my cast-offs that were still fit for wear.” 

Out of nowhere, a handful of icy slush came sailing through the air and smacked the back of David’s head. He yowled as the snow skittered down his shirt. 

“That was for keeping your swell gal a secret for so long!” Michael hollered from across the yard, already forming a second round of ammo. 

“Sure wasn’t because I feared my baby-faced brother could steal her away,” David called back, grinning at the sight of his fiance, laughing heartily, cheeks pink with cold. 

There was no time to take cover before another snowball arrived, smacking into the front of Beth’s overalls. 
“And that was for stealing my clothes without permission!”

“Hey, it was your sister’s idea!”

“I’m calling a snowball challenge,” Luke called, tossing Lenore over his shoulder and grabbing Erin by the hand. “All out war!”

“Are you sure y’all are brothers?” Beth asked as David grabbed her by the hand and nearly drug across the yard. “Because he acts nothing like you, sometimes.” 

They ducked behind the semi-seclusion of a shade tree, snow grenades already catapulting through the air. 

“And what does this all out war stuff mean?” 

Snickering over her cluelessness, David leaned closer until his forehead dropped to hers. “It means every man—and woman—for themselves.” 


~*~ 


After a brutal snowball fight—Carnathan family style—the gang clambered inside and gathered by the kitchen stove to shed soaked boots and gloves. Although laughter and good spirits abounded, no one felt like returning to the chilled outdoors for sledding. Perhaps tomorrow, someone suggested, as Mrs. Lydia passed out hot cider, coffee, and Christmas cookies, gifted from a neighbor. 

Finding her borrowed overalls too wet to comfortably dry while on her person, Bethany excused herself and slipped upstairs to change into dry clothes. 

As she returned a few moments later, rambunctious laugher emitting from the front room told her that the majority of the family had ventured away from the stove’s warmth to take up residence by the fireplace. 
Recognizing David’s voice still in the kitchen though, she halted just out of sight. 

“What do you think of her, Mom?” 

“I think you love her very much, son,” Lydia answered, as Bethany held her breath. 

“And?” 

“And, maybe even more importantly, she loves you. With all her heart.”  

“I know,” he answered softly, so softly Bethany barely heard. 

Lydia’s gentle laugh drifted around the corner. “Then why are you asking?” 

“I don’t know… I’m just so happy. She’s added so much to my life. Something that—that I didn’t even realize was missing. Do you know what I mean? Does that even make sense?”

“I certainly do. I’ve felt that way for the past twenty-seven years, son.” 


~*~


Satisfied by his talk with his dear mother, David stepped out of the kitchen. Beth had surely returned by now and would’ve probably joined the others. 

He rounded the corner—and halted. Bethany stood at the bottom of the staircase, almost hidden by the shadows. A beautiful smile was on her face even as large tears welled behind her eyes. She’d undoubtedly heard his exchange with Mom. 

“I love you,” she whispered. 

He looped his fingers through hers, smiling. “Love you more.”





Saturday, December 21st, 1940 


After breakfast on Saturday morning, Lydia gathered Erin, Bethany, and Lenore in the kitchen to get some baking done. The four fellows were banished to the outdoors with orders not to return until noon or when called as volunteer samplers. 

As the grandfather clock neared twelve, Bethany—with Lenore’s help—was working on decorations for the sugar cookies while Lydia and Erin started on lunch for the family. 

Bethany wiped her finger along the edge of the bowl, nabbing the about-to-drip frosting. She quickly licked her finger and found Lenore grinning up at her. 

“Good, huh?” 

Bethany bent down to whisper to the little girl who would soon be her niece; she smiled at that thought. “It’s delicious, but don’t tell your mama and grandma that we’re sampling the goodies.” 

“Okay,” Lenore whispered, obviously enjoying sharing a secret. “I won’t tell.” She licked more of the gooey frosting from her small fingers. 

Loud shrieks resounded across the barnyard and heavy footsteps bounded across the porch. The women glanced up from their duties as a figure darted passed the window. Michael appeared in the doorway, red-faced and panting, with David following mere seconds behind him. 

The screen door slammed behind the brothers as David chased Michael around the dining room table, yelling something about snow down his shirt and revengeful justice. 

Lenore giggled from her perch on the countertop and Bethany watched the two with amusement. 

“I’m gonna give you what-for!” 

“What-for?” Michael repeated as he rounded the table for the third time. “But for what, big brother?” He howled at his own joke as he took off up the stairs with David on his tail. 

Bethany laughed at the screams and laughed floating down the stairs. “Mrs. Lydia, how did you ever manage this wild group for all these years?”

Lydia laughed. “A lot of prayers, dear. A lot of prayers.” 






Sunday, December 22nd, 1940


Walking into the white, snow-dusted church on David’s arm, Bethany stopped to look up at the steeple and the bell below it, ringing out the hour to the community. 

“It’s beautiful.” 

She didn’t realize she’d spoken her thoughts aloud until David verbally agreed. 

“Yup. I always thought the church looked all the more glorious draped in snow.” 

She smiled and squeezed his arm with her mittened hand, tipping her head against his shoulder. “You’re such a romantic.” 

David snickered as he led her on towards the church steps. “Dad would tell you that trait comes from him.” 

Bethany laughed with him, but quieted before they reached the door where the pastor was welcoming the members of his congregation. 

The man in the black suit was sixty-something, she would’ve guessed, with thinning gray hair and a pleasant smile. His smile grew when he saw the Carnathan clan approaching. Or, rather, when he saw all of the Carnathans crossing the snowy lot. 

James and Lydia exchanged seasonal greetings with the gentleman and proceeded on into the church. Erin, Luke and Michael, toting Lenore, followed closely behind them. 

After stopping to admire the church, David and Bethany ended up climbing the few, icy church steps a few minutes later—another couple having slipped in between them. 

“David!” The pastor greeted, pumping his arm. “How are you?” 

“Doing well,” David shook the man’s hand. “How are you, sir?” 

“Can’t complain.” He was very different from Frank, the young pastor at Cana’s Protestant Church, but Pastor Howard seemed to fit this community. “Your parents said you were coming up for Christmas and bringing someone special.” 

With those words, he turned to shake Bethany's hand. “Good morning, ma’am. I’m Pastor Howard.” 

“Bethany Henderson,” she smiled warmly as she shook his hand. 

“My fiancée,” David quickly added. 

The minister chuckled. “I heard that, too. All Mrs. Lydia talks about is wedding plans.” His gaze swept the empty lot with a quick survey. “We’d better get inside or Maria will start the service without me.” 

“Who’s Maria?” Bethany whispered as they ducked through the double doors. 

“Maria is George’s wife, the Sunday school teacher, and the church pianist.” 

“Busy woman,” Bethany commented, as David led her down the center aisle of the church and into the pew next to the rest of the family. 

“A true server to the people of the community,” David agreed. 

No sooner had they taken their seats, than a young woman approached, made up like some kind of Hollywood star. 

“David, darling! Whatever brings you back to these parts?” 

David turned at her appearance, politely standing and taking her hand. “Christmas, of course. It’s been awhile, Clara. How are you?” 

Bethany fought a grimace at the woman’s excessive eyelash batting. 

“Oh, you know. Just the usual. Nothing exciting ever happens here.” Clara leaned closer to David, as if she were going to say something no one else was meant to hear. “Who’s this doll you’ve brought home to the folks?” 

“Oh, right.” Disengaging his hand from Clara’s possessive grasp. “Clara, meet my fiancée, Bethany Henderson. Beth, this is Clara, a childhood friend.” 

Wearing a sufficient heel, Clara was nearly as tall as David—making Bethany feel quite dwarf-like standing between them. 

Clara reached out a hand to Bethany. “Congratulations, hon. We all tried to snag him. Looks like you did it.” She grinned, revealing white teeth behind too-thick lipstick. “Best wishes, David.” The blond woman who wore entirely too much on her face winked at him and waltzed off.

Bethany glanced over at her fiancé. “Who was that? An old girlfriend?” 

“Clara Holland?” David smirked. “Goodness, no. We went to highschool together.” He winked at her. “You should know by now that I prefer the cute and quiet girls.” 

Bethany rolled her eyes at his teasing and leaned around him to speak to his sister. “Is this all true, Erin?” 

David’s sister laughed. “They did go to school together and as for girlfriend I think he’s right there too. David never thought he had time for the girls. He preferred to have his nose buried in a book.” 

David snorted. “You can’t talk, sis. You’re a pretty good bookworm yourself.” 

“I just looked up more often than you,” Erin grinned before turning back to Lenore. 

Bethany nudged David, regaining his attention. “Y’all are really good at changing the subject. What else about this Clara character is so funny?” 

“She seemed to think,” David started, trying to maintain a straight face, “that she and I were going to elope. Just run off to California, get married, and go into acting together.” 

Bethany raised her gloved hand to stifled a laugh. “You, an actor?”

David did his best to act offended—and failed tragically. “What? You don’t see what Clara saw?” 

“Sorry, but no,” Bethany shook her head. “Her, though? An actress? Absolutely. She would be like…the villain’s wife or something.” 

David’s eyes widened and he quickly looked down, trying not to burst into laughter and cause a scene in church. 

“Oh my goodness,” Bethany exclaimed, her cheeks blushing. “Did I really say that?” 



// today's schedule Jenna Terese || Infant King - a flash fiction story

Green Tea and Books || My Top Three Wintery Books: Why I Like Them and Why YOU Should Read Them

Read Another Page || A Pony for Christmas

Qadash - Set Apart, for Him || 12 Days of Christmas - Beyond the Horizon (book review)

Chosen Vessels || Silent Star {Book Review}

Life of Heritage || Christmas Story (part 6)

Twin Thoughts || Why Fruitcake

Novels, Dragons, and Wardrobe Doors || Still Too Many

RebekahAshleigh || Favorite Christmas Movies - Part 2

Novels, Dragons, and Wardrobe Doors || The Best of Hallmark Christmas

The Ramblings of a Bookworm || Till the Dawn Breaks (a WW1 Christmas tale)

Hands Made to Love ||  Guest Post // 12 Days of Christmas Song Origin

Inside Out Designs || Author Interview: Ryana Miller

Resting Life || Mirrored Faith // O Come, O Come Emmanuel // Faithfulness



Three days until Christmas, and only two days until the giveaway closes! 
~Faith

12 Days of Christmas // Movie Recs

Can you believe it's only FOUR days until Christmas?! I'm honestly a bit surprised to realize that... xD Wasn't it summertime, like, last week? Apparently not.

Today I have some movie recommendations for y'all! These aren't necessarily my favorites (though two of them are) or ones I watch every year, but they are good ones. ;)




The Christmas Note {2015}
Having just moved back to her hometown without her serviceman husband but with her young son, Gretchen Daniels finds her life in disarray as Christmas approaches. But she discovers new purpose when she helps to deliver a message to her neighbor, Melissa, which makes her an ally in the quest to find the neighbor's sibling she never knew she had. The women become bonded not only by the search, but by the understanding that being there for each other means they're no longer alone. This friendship becomes the greatest Christmas gift of their lives.


I watched this movie after seeing a friend's review last year, and I ended up really enjoying the mystery aspect!


Last Ounce of Courage {2012}
Last Ounce of Courage is the story of an American hero standing up for his beliefs in a time of cynicism and fear. Inspired by his grandson, a grieving father and courageous youth will rally their community to conserve the freedoms we the people hold dear. Bob Revere is a small town Mayor and combat decorated veteran. He faces a root of bitterness from his past filled with heartbreaking loss. His grandson comes back into his life after many years to ask the most important question, What are we doing with our life to make a difference? Bob had grown apathetic along with an entire town. Now with the help of children, a group of people all band together to inspire hope, take back the freedoms that are being lost and take a stand for truth.


Oh my, this movie... Although it's not listed/marked/mentioned to be a Christmas movie, it most definitely is. It's also a story of family, love, freedom, America, sacrifice, justice, second chances, and standing up for what's right. If you can watch it without tearing up... well, don't tell me. xD





Home for Christmas Day {2017}
When a young woman falls in love and develops a long-distance relationship with a soldier in active duty, her protective mother tries her best to steer her daughter away from heartache. Little do they know they are about to learn important lessons of the heart and that taking chances can make this Christmas one they will cherish forever.


I actually watched this movie last year and...didn't care for it that much? It was good, but not one I particularly liked. But then I watched it again this year and enjoyed it so much more! (Any Hearties out there? Doug is in this one...)







The Bridge {2015 & 2016}
The profound friendship Molly and Ryan form during college becomes a defining moment in their lives. But when a misunderstanding tears them apart, only a tragedy at their favorite bookshop can reunite them. Will they open their hearts to second chances---for the store, its owners, and themselves?


Technically two movies (although, if you can stop and not immediately binge the second one...you have epic self-control), The Bridge is a fabulous tale. Not only is the love story PRECIOUS, the whole save-the-bookstore storyline is epic. The book (which I reviewed yesterday!) is darling as well.








// today's scheduleLiteratura || My Birthday & Christmas

Read Another Page || Hartly Manor

The Peculiar Messenger || Rejoice

Lit Aflame || Mini Book Reviews // Christmas Books and Recommendations

RebekahAshleigh || Favorite Christmas Books video

Inside Out Designs || 20 Christmas Plot Starters

Rebekah's Reading Room || A Carol in Her Heart (part 2)

Hands Made to Love || Christmas in Sweden

Life of Heritage || Christmas Story (part 5)

Resting Life || Every Night Holy // O Holy Night // Goodness

Chosen Vessels || Kind



Favorite Christmas movie? Saw any of these? 
~Faith

12 Days of Christmas // A Carnathan Christmas {pt.2}

Part two has arrived! Featuring music and a clothing dilemma. ;)



By the time suitcases and gifts were hauled inside, amongst a dozen other conversations and bouts of laughter, it was time for a dinner which Bethany readily helped prepare. Working in the kitchen with the others made her feel all the more accepted and at home. 

After the dishes were done and the kitchen cleaned, the family gathered in the living room. 

Bethany sank into the couch next to David with a sigh. “Many more meals like that one and I’ll explode.” 

David pulled his arm around her shoulders and kissed her cheek. “Mom enjoys feeding people. If cooking and serving was a hobby, that would be hers.” 

Lydia laughed as she took the rocking chair across from James and picked up her knitting. “Oh, David, how you joke.” 

“So, I’m curious,” Raymond began, his booted foot setting his rocker in motion again. “How did you two first meet?” 

Bethany grinned. “Which version of the story would you like to hear, Mr. Carnathan?” 

Raymond laughed, his carefree guffaw much like his son’s. “Probably yours, dear.” 

“I was working at the Cana Diner, my first day. This group of men wanted me to, uh, share their lunch break. But I wasn’t interested. When they persisted, David came to my rescue.”

“Always the knight in shining armour,” Michael jeered, which earned him one flying throw pillow from the ‘knight’ in question.

Raymond ignored his sons’ rivalry and nodded for Bethany to go on. 

“I went back to work and David took a seat across the dining room. A few minutes later a young woman and a little girl came in and sat with him. I assumed it was his wife and daughter. Needless to say, I was quite surprised when he asked me out the next week.” 

Erin and Luke snickered at the replay of the meeting in the diner. 

“Wait, who was the woman and girl?” Lydia asked, obviously not getting the joke. 

“Erin and Lenore, Mom.” David explained, snickering at the memory. “Who else?”

Now understanding what everyone else was finding so amusing, Lydia joined in the family's laughter. 

“So that’s why you acted so strange that day,” David concluded as the laughter died down. “I don’t think I ever knew that.” 

“I think we need some music,” Erin suggested, glancing around. “What do y’all say?” 

“I’m wondering where on earth that though came from,” Raymond mumbled as Lenore crawled into his lap.

Erin shrugged. “You always did call me spontaneous. Michael, get your guitar. David, where’s yours?” 

At their sisters requests both brothers went into action. Michael’s footsteps carried through the house as he mounted the stairs and plodded down the upstairs hallway. David left Bethany’s side and went out to the truck in quest of his own stringed instrument. 

While the fellows got situated on the couch, Lydia gazed wistfully at the beautiful piano, festively adorned with doilies, pine boughs, and candles. "Erin, I always thought you should've learned to play that beautiful music maker. My mother tried to teach me, but I never had the desire it took to be very good at it.” 

Bethany spoke suddenly, surprising even herself. “May I play it?” She’d been admiring the delicately detailed piano since she first laid eyes on it. 

David looked up with a start. “You can play the piano?” he exclaimed, mouth agape. 

“Yes…well, a little. I’m not very good.” Bethany glanced around, realizing how much attention she had unintentionally drawn to herself. “Is that…such a surprise?” 

“In a way it is,” David said as he laid the guitar aside on the couch, stepping closer to her and snagging her fingers. “You’ve never told me that.” 

“I guess I never thought of it,” Bethany smiled, memories flooding her mind and no doubt showing through in her eyes. "Mama was teaching me when she…when she took sick." 

Shoving the melancholy memories to the far back of her mind, Bethany squeezed David’s hand and glanced around at the wonderful family that surrounded them. She took a hesitant step toward the piano and then stopped. 

“Do you mind…?” Bethany asked of her mother-in-law-to-be. 

“Of course not, dear.” Lydia moved forward to clear the piano bench of Michael’s guitar case. “You go right ahead; we’d love to hear you play.” 

Bethany smiled and slid onto the polished bench. David returned to his spot on the couch next to Michael. “Like I said, I haven’t played for years. It may take me awhile to get the hang of it.” She nervously straightened her skirt. 

“Don’t worry about it,” Raymond assured her, ignoring the pointed glare from his wife and settling into his viewpoint in the old grey rocker.

Bethany let her fingers rest for a moment on the smooth, ivory keys. Oh, it had been so long since she’d played. She pressed down a key, sighing at the beautiful vibration. 

After running a few scales, Bethany twisted on the bench. “Any requests?” 

“How about Joy to the World?” Michael suggested. He snatched a couple pages of sheet music from the top ot the piano, offering them to her. 

Bethany just shook her head. “No, thanks.” She gave a playful grin to the two brothers seated across from her and started into the lively strains of Joy to the World. 


~*~


Will she ever cease to amaze me? David wondered as he watched his sweet fiancé pound out a lively rendition of the age-old carol. 

Probably not, he concluded. And he was rather glad of the fact. She was certainly full of surprises.
As she brought the second verse to an end, she paused and glanced over her shoulder. “Any feedback?” 

“Beautiful,” David smiled.

“I’m a little rusty.” 

“I was referring to the musician not the music, though the statement stands true for both.”

Beth smiled, blushing and glancing away. “Well… Think you fellows can keep up? I need some accompaniment.” 

Michael grinned and positioned his guitar across his knee. It was already quite obvious than Beth had won him over. “You name it, we’ll play it.” 

“How about Go Tell it on the Mountain?” 


~*~


Later that night Bethany sighed as she closed the door to the small room designated as hers for the week. 

She crawled under the heavy, handmade-with-love quilts and snuggled her face into the pillow. David… As many years as it had been his scent has subtlety lingered. A sleepy smile spread across her face and she pressed a kiss to the worn pillowcase. 

She didn't figure she would have any trouble falling asleep here tonight. 


~*~


Friday, December 20th, 1940 


Bethany was roused out of bed the next morning by a loud knocking. Squinting at the morning sun as she rolled over, it dawned on her that everyone else must be up and about. And here she was lounging in the bed! What would the family think of her? 

Throwing the quilts aside, she shivered appreciatively at the feel of the cold floor beneath her feet. Something that most people found to be uncomfortable, yet she enjoyed. 

The loud knocking persisted. 

“I’m coming, I’m coming!” 

Expecting David and at the same time knowing him more of a gentleman than to wake her up, Bethany skirted around her mostly-unpacked suitcase and crossed the room. She opened the door and took a quick step back when Erin nearly fell into the bedroom. 

“What on earth is the matter?”

“Hurry and get dressed! We’re going sledding.” Erin’s wide smile displayed her girlish enthusiasm. “Lenore and the guys are out in the barn looking for our old sleds right now.” 

“Sledding?” Bethany repeated. Uh oh. 

Erin nodded. “Don’t even tell me you’ve never been sledding before, dear.” 

“Gracious, no!” Bethany laughed. “I mean, of course I’ve been sledding before, but…” She bit her lip. What would be the best way to voice this? 

“What is it?” 

“Well, at least they’re your husband and brothers, but I can’t…do that.” 

Erin’s left eyebrow arched upward. “Do…what?” 

“I can’t, ya know, sled in a…ladylike manner. Without my skirt going…too far in the wrong direction.” There. She’d said it. 

Erin snickered. “I’m sorry; I don’t mean to laugh. It’s just that I used to have the same problem.” 

“Used to?” Bethany asked quickly. 

Erin nodded. “I found a remedy for it years ago, though. I’ll be right back.” She turned and hurried out the door, her footsteps echoing down the hall. 

While waiting for Erin’s return, Bethany brushed her hair and wove it into a milkmaid braid across her head. She was digging through the dresser for her warmest clothes, when Erin knocked on the door and then stuck her head inside. 

“Bethany?” 

She spun around, thick wool socks in hand. “Yeah?” 

“What do you think?” Erin sashayed into the room wearing a red sweater and an oversized pair of faded, denim overalls. 

“You look the part of a farm girl, Erin,” Bethany giggled. “Those are absolutely darling! But I’m pretty sure they’re not yours.” 

“Of course not, I borrowed them,” Erin shrugged. “Michael will get over it.” She held up a second pair of overalls in front of her. “Well?” 

Bethany pointed to herself. “For me?” 

“Of course! You're just as much a farm girl as I am.” Erin thrust the clothing into her hands. “Put them on, hurry! Won’t the guys be surprised!” 



// today's schedule Life of Heritage || Christmas Giveaway! Five Free Books!

The Peculiar Messenger || Emmanuel

I Like That || Christmas Movies I Want to Watch

Resting Life || The Song of a Song // It Came Upon a Midnight Clear // Kindness

Novels, Dragons, and Wardrobe Doors || My Favorite Christmas Albums

Qadash - Set Apart, for Him || 12 Days of Christmas - Christmas Books

RebekahAshleigh || Recipe

Rebekah's Reading Room || A Tour of Garlandsburg (part 2)

Colorful, Creative Cards || Merry and Bright

Read Another Page || Christmas Quilts

Lit Aflame || What to Do When You Can't Find the Right Gift

Hands Made to Love || Pictures

Chosen Vessels || The Bridge {Book Review}

Inside Out Designs || Author Interview: Sarah Holman



Favorite post of the party so far? Have you entered the giveaway? 
~Faith

12 Days of Christmas // Short Story Recs {pt.2}

As promised, here's another list of short story recommendations! :D There's some lovely ones here today, and I'd love to hear y'all's thoughts on them, if you've read any.




The Proposal by Becky Wade

A cold night in Texas, a dream of marriage, a happily ever after....

Single mom Amber Richardson spends every holiday season working to give her young son the best Christmas possible and striving to ignore the empty chairs around her table, chairs she wishes her mother and father and extended family occupied. 

She'd hoped that this holiday would be fuller and happier than the rest. Her handsome firefighter boyfriend, Will McGrath, has brought immeasurable joy and love into her life. Up until recently, they'd even been talking about a future that included wedding bells. Lately, though, the wedding talk has been nonexistent and Amber can’t help but worry that Will's starting to have second thoughts.... 

Until a fire station surprise brings very good tidings.


Sweet and tender, heartwarming and precious all wrapped up in twenty-five pages. <3





The Christmas Child by Max Lucado

Why would someone steal the Christ child from a manger scene? And what could this possibly have to do with me?

A Chicago journalist finds himself in a small Texas town on Christmas Eve. On a lonely quest, he encounters old faces and new facts...a hand-carved manger, a father's guilt, a young girl's faith. This trip into the past holds the key to his future--and the way home.


The movie was better...but this was a sweet little story. :)



For My Good by Sarah Holman

It is Christmas time, but nothing is like it is supposed to be. Can a chance encounter help Janet to find joy and meaning despite her pain?

A short story of Christmas, finding hope, and faith


A darling story of hope and realizing something is truly "for your good", even when you can't see it. The appearance by Patrick and Brian was PERFECT. xD



The Christmas She Wanted by Rebekah A. Morris


Christmas had lost its charm and wonder. Mrs. Rush hated the feeling but was powerless to fix things. Traveling to visit relatives for the holidays, the Rush children pass the time with their eyes glued to the screens of their devices. That is, until the flashing lights of a State Highway Patrol car bring their trip to a sudden and unplanned-for stop.


A special story from Rebekah Morris' Christmas collection. I enjoyed reading of the family's interactions and Christmas celebrations! 


Some Christmas Camouflage by Elisabeth Grace Foley


On a snowy December evening during the Great Depression, a high-spirited college student impulsively decides to do some spying on a quiet classmate—with unexpected results. A short story both funny and touching, in which mischief brings about a small Christmas miracle.



Golly, this one was good. A 1930s story of classmates, young love, and the true spirit of giving, it reminded me of The Gift of the Magi. And did I mention the writing style was absolutely fabulous? <3










// today's schedule The Ramblings of a Bookworm || Christmas Book Recommendations

Rebekah's Reading Room || A Tour of Garlandsburg (part 1)

Chosen Vessels || An Endless Christmas {Book Review}

Lit Aflame || The Rose Maker's Release

Hands Made to Love || The 1914 Christmas Truce

Read Another Page || Christmas Stalkings

Life of Heritage || Christmas Story (part 4)

Resting Life || Everyday Christmas // O Little Town of Bethlehem // Patience

Inside Out Designs || Christmas Cover Love

RebekahAshleigh || Christmas tag


Have you read any of these? What sort of Christmasy happening are on your agenda for today? I'm headed to town later to mail Christmas gifts. :) 
~Faith

12 Days of Christmas // A Carnathan Christmas {pt.1}

Can y'all believe it's only a week until Christmas? I'm in a bit of denial myself. But hey, all my shopping is complete! Rather happy about that. :)

Also—I have something special for y'all today. For anyone who's been patiently awaiting the release of War Tears (I'm tentatively thinking of a May release, by the way), this may especially interest you. Every other day, today through Christmas Eve, I'll be sharing a part of my short story entitled A Carnathan Christmas. Set during Christmas of 1940, this story focuses on the main characters of War Tears, about a year before the novel begins.

Enjoy! <3



Tuesday, December 17th, 1940


David Carnathan climbed the stairs leading to his fiancée’s apartment with an eager gait, and paused to rap on the door. A white haze puffed out of his muffler with each breath as he waited for her to answer, prompting a grin. There was just something special about cold weather. 

A noise from the other side of the door drew his attention back to the reason he was there in the first place. 
The door swung open and Bethany appeared; bright eyes and a cheerful smile. “David! Hello! I wasn’t expecting you. I thought Pete would have you up under some greasy, oily engine.” 

David laughed, heart full of joy. “Pete closed up the mechanic shop until after Christmas. I’m running a few errands.” 

Her nose scrunched up. “I’m considered an errand now?” 

“No, never,” he shook his head. “I’ve already taken care of that. Now I’m playing delivery boy.” 

She peeked past him and canvassed the porch. “And what are you delivering?” 

David heightened an eyebrow, thoroughly enjoying teasing her. “Persistent, aren’t you, Miss Henderson?” 

“Is this where I’m supposed to say please?” 

“Alright. You win,” David snickered. “I’m here to offer an invitation. To you, from the Carnathan family.” 

She smiled sweetly, the tease slipping away. “Invitation for what?” 

“To spend Christmas on the farm with the family.” David carefully gauged her reaction. She had no one else to spend the holiday with, no reason to turn him down. But still…they hadn’t talked about her meeting his family ahead of time. 

“I don’t think we've discussed this before, but ever since Luke married my little sister, they’ve rotated back and forth from Mom and Dad to Luke's parents for Christmas and such. This year they’re bringing Lenore and coming to Mom and Dad’s. We’re driving up Thursday and I want you to come with us. I was going to ask you Sunday, but Luke and Erin’s weren’t sure of their plans with the passing of his father this year and all.” Now he was just 
rambling and making up excuses. He stopped and waited for her response. 

Bethany stepped out onto the porch, arms crossed, looking chilled without a sweater. “I'd like that, David. Very much.” She smiled up at him. “It seems terrible that we’re engaged and I haven't even met your parents or your brother.” 

“I know,” he nodded somberly. “But we’re going to enjoy changing that. You'll love the farm.” 

“I did grow up on a farm, you know.” 

“So I heard.” 

Her eyes took on a faraway look. “Daddy always said I’d marry a plow-boy. I wish you could’ve met him, David.” 

“I wish I could’ve met him too.” Wanting to do away with the melancholy look in her eyes, he leaned down and kissed her forehead. “Have I told you how much I love you lately?” 

“Not today.” Bethany smiled and gave him a hug. “And I’ll never tire of hearing it.” 

“Good.” He held her close and rested his cheek against her hair. “Because I’ll never tire of saying it.” 


~*~ 


Thursday, December 19th, 1940 


Thursday morning dawned bright and clear. Bethany woke up excited that she would soon meet David's parents. Yet, at the same time, her heart pattered with apprehension. What if Mr. and Mrs. Carnathan didn’t approve of their son’s bride-to-be? 

She shrugged off the silly possibility. That was nonsense, of course. If Lydia and Raymond were anything like their elder two children, they would get along splendidly. 

David’s truck rumbled to a stop at the bottom of the stairs promptly at eight o’clock. Bethany grinned from her perch at the window as she took in the spring in his step, the evidence of anticipation as he bounded up the stairs to greet her. 

The joy stayed in her heart as she fairly ran to answer the door, humming the tune of a carol. When she gave the doorknob an effective yank, David nearly tumbled into her living room. 

He laughed, steadying himself against the doorframe and grabbing her by the hand. “Ready to go.” 
“Ready as I’ll ever be. My bag is on the chair.”


~*~ 


The younger Carnathans set out for the hill country to spend the holiday with the parents and youngest of the family. David’s sister Erin, his brother-in-law Luke, and their daughter Lenore followed the engaged couple in another vehicle. 

During the hours spent in the cab of David’s pickup, the couple carried on as best a conversation they could over the rumbling engine. As they entered a rutted lane, lined with snow-dusted firs and pines, Bethany pressed her face to the cold window and soaked up the mountainous scenery. The truck rounded a final bend in the road and the Carnathan farm came into view.

“Oh, David…” Bethany gasped, exclaiming over the picturesque farm. 

Squeezing her hand, David pulled the truck to the side of the road and stopped. Luke curved around them and rumbled on toward the house. 

Bethany hardly noticed as she took in the tidy place. The whitewashed farmhouse stood firmly with it’s two stories and wrap-around covered porch. The humble abode gave an air of safety and… home. A rustic red barn sat off to the side, offering shelter to a multitude of animals she was sure. A vegetable garden, turned under for winter, covered the patch of raw land to the opposite side of the house. Other eye-catching interests scattered about the little hollow included a well house and a large maple tree with a rope swing hanging from a study branch. 

“What do you think?” 

She turned at the sound of David's voice. “Oh, it’s...wonderful!” She scooted closer to him and clasped her hands around his arm. “Just perfect.” 

David grinned, beyond pleased that she shared his love of the family’s farm, and maneuvered the truck around a few pot-holes until the came to a stop in the front yard. 

Bethany knew Lydia and Raymond right away as they came out of the house and into the yard to greet their children. David’s mother was especially beautiful for her age. Her auburn hair and the upturn of her nose reminded Bethany of Erin’s features, but the color and shape Mrs. Carnathan’s eyes most definitely resembled David. 

Bethany figured she would’ve been able to pick Raymond out of a roomful of men. Tall and strong, David took after his father in height and build very much. 

As David climbed off of the truck and came around to open her door, Bethany watched through the windshield as hugs were exchanged between Erin and her parents, then all the more so when Luke and Lenore joined them. 

“Prepare to be the center of attention.” David grinned as he helped her down to the slushy ground. 

“Oh, I’d rather not be.” 

“Sorry, dear, it’s not like you have much of a choice.” 

“David!” 

Bethany and David turned as one when the call sounded from behind them. 

A young man appeared from the shading of the barn and ran toward them. Bethany smiled when he and David embraced, laughing and slapping each other like guys were inclined to do. 

“Michael, I’d like you to meet Bethany. Beth, my not-so-little brother.” David was quick to make introductions. 

“So nice to finally meet you, Michael,” Bethany exclaimed. “I’ve heard ever so much about you.” 

Michael took her hand and swooped into a bow as though he were greeting royalty. “The pleasure is all mine, madam.” 

David rolled his eyes, but Bethany laughed. “So you are a jokester like your brother.” 

Michael’s grin split his face, and he whacked David on the arm. “She’s got you all figured out.” 

“Are you going to keep her hidden away over there all week?” Someone inquired from the other side of the yard. 

“I just might.” That wide, boyish grin she loved so much hiked back into place on David’s features. Taking Bethany’s hand, he guided her around the truck and toward his parents. Michael sauntered along behind them. 

Bethany took a deep breath as she approached her future in-laws, quelching her doubts. But Bethany knew she had no cause to worry as soon as Lydia swooped down on her, grabbing her in a loving, bone-smashing hug. 

“Oh, how are you you, dear! We’ve heard so very much about you. Oh, you’re just as lovely as David has told us.” Lydia fairly bubbled, exclaiming over the engagement ring on Bethany’s left hand and hugging her daughter-in-law-to-be over and over. Although a bit flustered by all the attention, Bethany knew right away where Erin got her talkative nature. 

“It’s a pleasure to meet you all, as well,” Bethany returned, though she was pretty sure no one heard her among all the ruckus. 

Never ceasing her loving chatter, Lydia moved from Bethany to David, pulling him down into a firm embrace. “How are you, son? You look well. It’s been too long since we last saw you!”

Raymond approached her next, three-year-old Lenore clinging to his neck. Bethany liked him at once. He smiled and offered her a half-hug of sorts. “I’m so glad to finally meet you, m’dear. You’re all David talks about.”

“A pleasure to meet you as well.” Bethany found that her smile came easily. “How are you feeling after your…escapade?” A tractor accident during the summer had left Mr. Carnathan laid-up for months. 

Raymond brushed it aside. “Ah, that was nothing.” 

“Oh, really?” Bethany countered, eyebrow raised. 

“What am I going to do with him?” Lydia shook her finger in falsified anger and then her head in mock despair. “I should warn you about the Carnathan men, dear. They’re terribly stubborn, but—” 

“Mom!” David broke in, tugging Bethany closer to his side. “You’re supposed to wait to tell her this stuff until after the wedding!” 

Lydia rolled her eyes at her son. “As I was saying before someone interrupted me, they’re stubborn, but they have soft spots, too.” 

Bethany grinned. “You’ll have to tell me more about that sometime, Mrs. Carnathan.” 

“Oh goodness, we can’t have you calling me Mrs. Carnathan when that will be your title as well pretty soon. Lydia will do just fine.” 

“Alright,” Bethany agreed with a smile, but figured she would still add a “missus” to the name. Mrs. Lydia just seemed to fit this sweet lady, mother to the man she loved. 

“Well, come along!” Lydia waved for everyone to follow her as she started for the house. “Less than a week until Christmas and there are still millions of things to do!” 

David bent his head closer to Bethany's ear. “Told you,” he whispered. 

She grinned up at him adoringly. “They’re even more wonderful than you said.” 



// extraKaylee of Kaylee's Kind of Writes is hosting a Christmas giveaway—and my darling Behold is featured! The giveaway also includes an ebook each from four other indie authors, including another of our 12DoC-ers—Rebekah Morris. :)

Open December, 18th through 23rd. Enter here!





// today's schedule Qadash - Set Apart, for Him || 12 Days of Christmas - Christmas Movies

Resting Life || The Peace of Our Daily Chaos // Break Forth, O Beauteous Heavenly Light // Peace

Inside Out Designs || Author Interview: Faith Blum

Literatura || Christmas Traditions

Novels, Dragons, and Wardrobe Doors || The Least and the Lowest

Life of Heritage || Christmas Story (part 3)

Read Another Page || One Last Christmas

Lit Aflame || Everything You Need to Know About The Upcoming FREE Short Story: The Rose’s Maker

Hands Made to Love || Don't Get Caught Up

RebekahAshleigh || Christmas Memories/Traditions




Thoughts on the story thus far? Do you usually visit family out of town for the holidays? 
~Faith

12 Days of Christmas // How Christmas Changes Year to Year

Good morning, all!

Whew. I keep saying I'm going to take the time to catch up on everyone's posts, but it (obviously) hasn't happened yet. I was house/pet-sitting Thursday—Saturday, then we had company Saturday night. Yesterday, regular church services, play practice, the play performance, the Christmas dinner, and clean-up meant I was at church for 7.5 hours. Not that I added it up. And today I'm going Christmas shopping, then starting another dog-sitting job tomorrow. Did I mention I have homework due, a story to finish, and gifts to wrap?

Yup, Christmas-craziness. ;) But I'll get around to the posts, I'm sure. Probably more information than y'all wanted, though, yes?

Today I want to talk about how, when you stop and look back, you realize that Christmas changes each year.

(Oh, and don't forget to enter the fabulous giveaway!)


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// How Christmas Changes Year to YearChristmas will always be special, always memorable and dear. But...it's not always the same, is it?

It isn't. Loved ones pass away or move to another state. Siblings and cousins grow up, go to college, or get married. The family gatherings change each year.

With each passing year, the world shifts the spotlight closer toward the amount of money spent on gifts, the gadgets and merriment, and less time is spent considering the babe in the manger.

When I was young, one parent would take me and my brother shopping to pick out a gift for the opposite parent, and then the other would do the same. It's so different now. I pick out gifts and order most things online, arguing with my brother about who gets to meet the UPS truck—laughing when Mom insists on doing it herself to cover the labels on the packages.

Each year holds something different, something special. Challenges and struggles, yes, but happy times and laughter too. Each year changes us and—hopefully—draws us closer to God, nearer to the person He wants us to be. It's only fitting that, as we celebrate His birth each year, things feel a bit different in our hearts.

So when we stop and see how Christmas is changing, maybe we're looking at it wrong.

Maybe Christmas isn't what's changing. Maybe it's us.

And maybe that's okay.



// today's schedule RebekahAshleigh || Five Fun Christmas Party Ideas

The Peculiar Messenger || Books

Inside Out Designs || Writing a Christmas Story

The Ramblings of a Bookworm || The Prescott's Family Christmas Part 2

I Like That || Just for a laugh... Christmas 2018 Edition!

Chosen Vessels || In the Dark Streets Shineth {Book Review}

Lit Aflame || 4 DIY Gift Ideas

Read Another Page || Colors of Christmas

Life of Heritage || Christmas Book Review

Resting Life || Why So Joyful, World? // Joy to the World! // Joy

Hands Made to Love || Guest Post: A Homemade Christmas



How does Christmas change each year in your life? Eight more days! 
~Faith

12 Days of Christmas // Songs

Happy Sunday! Today's post is short and pretty simple—some of my favorite Christmas songs! Because I'm already running late and should really get to church on time, I shall leave you with it. ;) Hopefully I can sneak in some blog reading today between church, play practice, the play, the Christmas dinner...yeah. Hopefully. xD


just a baby || mallary hope
I'll be brave this Christmas || big daddy weave 
glorious || for king & country 

ragin cajun night before Christmas || the Robertson family 
the first Christmas || tenth avenue north & Zach Williams 


baby boy || for king & country 


let it go || 1 girl nation


// today's schedule Hands Made to Love || Reach Out

Inside Out Designs || Author Interview: Rebekah Morris

Life of Heritage || Christmas Story (part 2)

Read Another Page || Sidney Martin's Christmas

RebekahAshleigh || Book Review

Novels, Dragons, Wardrobe Doors || Christmas Books I Want to Read

Resting Life || That Mystery of Love // Christians Awake, Salute the Happy Morn // Love

Qadash - Set Apart, for Him || The Blessing (book review)

Chosen Vessels || Hannah's Hope {Book Review}



What's your favorite Christmas song? Nine days until Christmas! 
~Faith

12 Days of Christmas // Short Story Recs {pt.1}

Welcome back to day two, dear readers!

How did the first day of the party go for all of you? Although I didn't get around to commenting on many posts (yet!), it went off without many last-minute slip-ups.

Today I'm sharing five of my favorite Christmas short stories. I'll be doing two other similar posts further into the party. :)





The Christmas Robe by Jennifer Lamont Leo

Christmas, 1926 
Marjorie Corrigan, a weary sales clerk at Chicago’s elegant department store, Marshall Field & Company, mentally escapes the crush of holiday shoppers by daydreaming about her upcoming wedding. She spots the perfect item for her trousseau—a luxurious crimson velvet robe that she simply has to have. But when the robe proves too rich for her pocketbook, she resorts to desperate measures—a move that unleashes startling consequences. This inspirational short story is a Christmas treat that will warm your heart.


A short story with a heart-tugging message. Having read and adored You're the Cream in My Coffee by this author, I grinned when I found this short story on Goodreads.


Finding Christmas Joy by Amanda Tero

Melonie Brown just wants to get away from all of the pain and heartache that this year has brought upon her, and Starlight Lodge seems like the perfect place to do so. With no plans beyond a Christmas escape, she drives out to the lodge. Can she bottle up the peace and joy that she finds in this special place to help her face the challenges she may have in the upcoming year?


Finding Christmas Joy is a sweet salvation story, written through the eyes of a young woman with a broken heart. Her struggles over finding purpose and joy in her life were dear and delicately shown.


First Christmas in America by Rebekah A. Morris


Klara Ivanski arrives from the Old Country with her Papa, Mama and ten brothers and sisters. “All vill be vell,” Papa assures them, but Mama and several of her brothers and sisters must remain at their aunt and uncle’s because of sickness. With barely enough money for food, Klara is quick to assure her papa that they only need Mama and the other to make Christmas special. But will the family be together for their first Christmas in America? 

A sweet story of a Polish (I think?) family's first Christmas after leaving the Old Country. I lost track of all the kids a time or two, but the family relations were so cute. 


One December Night by Melissa Tagg
Librarian Pennilynn Baxter likes life the way she likes her bookshelves—neat and tidy, arranged just so. Niggling doubts aside, getting engaged to the nice man she’s been dating for two years is the obvious next step, right?
But on the snowy evening of the expected proposal, Penn discovers someone’s been squatting in the old Victorian house she inherited from her grandparents. She finds herself back in picturesque Whisper Shore, Michigan, facing off with an intruder named Will who may not be what he seems.
As charming as the house he’s taken over, Will pushes past the reserve that has kept Penn from living the brave life she craves. And one December night in the house she used to love in the town she used to adore changes everything. 

Oh gracious, this was so adorable. <3 This cute little story made me want to drink hot cocoa and read books in a drafty old house.  




Christmas Quilts by Rebekah A. Morris

Memories. Gifts. And so much more.When her beloved grandmother suffers a heart attack, Olivia pours her love, fear, and grief into a new quilting project, rekindling the passion they once shared. But only through a very special Christmas does she come to see the true significance of her gifts . . . and the legacy they carry.


This story was so much more than I expected it to be—in a really, really good way. Starting out, I wasn't sure what to think, but I ended up loving the complete wrap-around of the special quilts.












// today's scheduleQadash - Set Apart, for Him || 12 Days of Christmas - Favorite Christmas Music

Colorful, Creative Cards || 12 Days of Christmas is Here!

Read Another Page || The Christmas We Used to Know

Resting Life || The Fruit of the Christmas Spirit // Hark! The Herald Angels Sing

Life of Heritage || Christmas Story (part 1)

Novels, Dragons, and Wardrobe Doors || The Christmas Tag

Inside Out Designs || 10 Gift Ideas for Writers

Lit Aflame || Questions to Ask When Picking Out the PERFECT Gift

Hands Made to Love || A Vessel Chosen 

Literatura || Favorite Christmas Movies

Twin Thoughts || Memorable Decorations (part 2)

Chosen Vessels || The Best Christmas Pageant Ever {Book Review}

RebekahAshleigh || Christmas movie recommendations part 1 (video)

The Peculiar Messenger || Music



What's your favorite Christmas short story? Have you read any of these?
~Faith

12 Days of Christmas // intro

Good morning, lovely readers!

Do you know what today is? Do you know why I'm grinning like a dork? Could it have anything to do with that pretty lil' graphic you're looking at and the fact that there are intro posts popping up all over the blogging realm?

Why, yes! As a matter of fact, today is the first day of the 12 Days of Christmas blog party! It's going to be an amazing and packed twelve days.

Before moving on, I just want to mention how much work has been and still is going on behind the scenes. We've been planning this since as far back as October, really working since early November, and spending many hours getting posts planned, written, and scheduled. So enjoy and let the bloggers know you appreciate them. :)

Here goes!


// bloggersFirst off, this year's list of bloggers. There are 24 blogs total this year—largest number thus far, which makes me pretty excited. :) If you want to make sure you don't miss a single post, you should absolutely go give all of these lovely humans a follow!

Abigail McKenna
Amy LaneAngela Watts
Ashley NicholeBethany Reinstedt
Chosen VesselsErika Mathews
Faith G.Gracelyn Buckner
Inside Out DesignsKaitlyn Krispense
Janelle MartinJenna Therese
Jesseca WheatonJulia Skinner
Lilian S.Molly Anne
Naomi ThompsonOlivia Nickerson
Read Another PageRebekah Ashleigh
Rebekah MorrisRyana Miller


// giveawayThere's an amazing giveaway happening this year. Two of our participating authors are contributing, giving us a nice selection of reads to win! The widget closes on midnight, December 24th. Winners will be announced Christmas morning.

First Place: The Christmas Secret by Wanda Brunstetter (paperback), Behold by Faith Potts (paperback), Christmas: God with Us (Jeremy Camp CD), surprise goodies
Second Place: Seek by Angela R. Watts (paperback) & Coffee Shop Christmas by Ryana Lynn Miller (ebook)


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// today's scheduleFor those of you who are new to 12 Days of Christmas, every day during the party, I'll share something Christmasy and then link to everyone else who's sharing that day. SBF is the jumping off point to all the fabulous fun! <3

RebekahAshleigh || Intro and Book Review

Life of Heritage || Devotion & Intro

The Ramblings of a Bookworm || The Prescott's Family Christmas Part 1

Hands Made to Love || Christmas Songs

Resting Life || What’s That Christmas Spirit We Love? // Deck The Halls

Inside Out Designs || Author Interview: Kellyn Roth

The Peculiar Messenger || Movies

Lit Aflame || The Twelve Days of Christmas Party Begins

Rebekah's Reading Room || A Carol in Her Heart (part 1)

Twin Thoughts || Memorable Decorations

Read Another Page || Erik's Christmas Camera



Are you excited for the party? Who's post are you heading off to read first? Eleven days until Christmas!  ~Faith 

Behold {paperback release + giveaway winners}

Hello, readers!

How are you all this week? After the craziness of the blog tour (and getting snowed in last weekend....ahh, but that was nice <3), I'm catching up on blogging and homework. Oh, and a house-sitting/pet-sitting job over the next few days, so that should be fun. ;)

Tonight I'm here with some quick news and then it's back to prepping for the 12 Days of Christmas party—which starts on Friday!! *cue the panicking*


Behold paperbacksExciting news! Behold is now available on Amazon in paperback. After many setbacks, issues, rejections, and much trial and error, the lovely lil' paperback is available for purchase. :)

Click here to grab your copy!


giveaway winners Congratulations to the winners of the giveaway! And thank you to everyone who entered and shared. <3 It's a great way to spread the news and up the hype of a new book.

Eliza N. 
&
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Thirteen days until Christmas! <3
~Faith