By some miracle, I discovered I hadn't read all of Marion Chesney's historical romances after all. Sadly although this was written in the later part of her romance-writing career, this one lacked the oomph of her series. By series, I meant her actual planned series, not the ones that have been reprinted and packed together into series that were never meant to be series. (Yes, sorry, I know that sentence had way too many "series" in it.)
Anyhoo, this story read like maybe her publisher begged her to write something Christmassy so that they could print something short and sweet for the holidays. There's a toooooooon of Christmas details for historical fans, and yes, I did enjoy those tidbits, thank you very much. Marion Chesney, as befitting her background as a reporter, always does the best research of all the historical romance writers around, and here she talks about the history of Christmas trees, and caroling, and yule logs, and basically a ton of other factoids that were littered around like Easter eggs for the readers to find. (Yes, I'm not only mixing metaphors but holidays as well, oh well.)
Apart from that, the romance part of the story falls flat. There are no Marion Chesney-esque villains, save the two jealous OW floating around in the background, trying ineffectively to sabotage our two Puritan girls. The girls have their heads turned by the two leading men fairly early on, but because there are two of them, what with the word count, there just isn't enough character or relationship development. There is the usual host of Marion Chesney side characters who cavort on the sides to try to bring out romance to its inevitable end, but essentially the best part of the book was the history lesson. Perhaps Marion Chesney did her best work in series, because she could then develop one leading character throughout the course of six books and in that character's interactions with other people. This one, despite being later in her career, suffers from not enough of anything.
Still, there's a lot of Christmas fun to be enjoyed, despite the Scrooge-like figures of the Puritan parents.