The Magic of Winter…

Originally Posted By Debbie Peterson (Check it out to comment and enter the giveaway)

On this windy, cold and cloudy, New Year’s Eve, the weatherman is calling for snow. Call me skeptical if you will, but so far today, I haven’t seen so much as a drop of rain here in Las Vegas. Now that doesn’t mean we never get snow here. We have had some on occasion. So when we do, I sit back with a hot cup of cocoa, and watch it through the window–from the comfort of my heated home–with a fire roaring in the fireplace.

American Homestead Winter – Currier & Ives

I bet I had an ancestor or two that would’ve loved to have traded places with me. Long ago–when life depended on the planting and harvesting of crops–the long days of winter were filled with various magical rituals. They had rituals for the fields they hoped would ensure an increase in flocks, herds and the harvest. Rituals were held to protect hearth and home. They even had rituals meant to bring back the light of the sun.

Feast of St Martin

In several countries in Europe winter began on Saint Marin’s Day. Those gifted with “sight” would see this saint riding his beautiful white horse across the grasslands. This patron saint of wine and vintners would open his cloak and release the first snow of winter. On the eve of this day bonfires were lit and the animals that would not live through the season were slaughtered and salted. A feast in Martin’s honor was held and the first of the new wine served to all in attendance.

In memory of this saint, the children in Germany would put containers of water on their doorstep with childlike faith that St. Martin would stop by and change the water to wine. As they awoke on Martinmas day, they would run to the door and indeed find the water changed to wine. Beside the wine they would find a special horseshoe shaped cookie, providing proof that St. Martin had stopped by.

There were customs for New Year’s Eve as well. In many places all throughout Britain and spreading all the way to Austria, a body fashioned from straw was carried through the streets. “Death,” as they called this hapless form, was then burned, buried, or drowned, whichever was the handiest way to rid themselves of this demon, so that the new year could bring prosperity without hindrance.

In other places, revelers donned masks and costumes so that they could elude the evil powers lurking about as they paraded throughout their towns. They would crack their whips, clang bells and beat on their drums, all in order to drive out the ghosts of the waning old year and bring in the new.

I guess in our own way, we still do a little “town-rattling” of our own with the party favors, feasts, reveling, and fireworks.

So tell me, how do you bring in the New Year?
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Today, on the final December stop of our book tour, I am answering questions at Bunny’s Book Reviews, so if you have the chance, stop by and say hello!

AND… to Celebrate the New Year…drum roll please… Inkspell Publishing has agreed to put Shadow of the Witte Wieven on sale for one month only! Now through January 31st you can enjoy both Shadow of the Witte Wieven and Van Locken’s Witch for just 99 cents each!

Remaining Tour Stops:

January      7:  Coffee Books and Art
January     14: The Avid Reader
January     21:  Booklover Sue
January     28:  Yeah Books! Blog

Release Day from Avon!!!

Some many to add to my TBR List from my Favorite Authors…

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Avon New Releases

The Duke of Dark Desires by Miranda NevilleTHE DUKE OF DARK DESIRES by Miranda Neville
Release Date: December 30, 2014
Julian Fortescue never expected to inherit a dukedom, nor to find himself guardian to three young half-sisters. In the market for a governess, he lays eyes on Jane Grey and knows immediately she is qualified–to become his mistress. To find the man responsible for the deaths of her family, Jeanne de Falleron enters the Duke of Denford’s house as governess Jane Gray. As she discovers more clues about the villain she seeks, she’s faced with a possibility more disturbing than her growing feelings for the duke: What will she do if the man she loves is also the man she has sworn to kill? Library Journal called The Duke of Dark Desires “a passionate tale that is enhanced by a dash of danger.”Read an excerpt at Miranda’s website.
Love Me If You Dare by Toni BlakeLOVE ME IF YOU DARE, Coral Cove Book…

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More Releases~!!!

I am looking forward to reading the one by Amelia Grey, but the other ones seem jut as fun…

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The Duke in My Bed (The Heirs' Club of Scoundrels Trilogy, #1)THE DUKE IN MY BED (The Heirs’ Club of Scoundrels Trilogy, #1) by Amelia Grey

From bestselling author Amelia Grey comes a wickedly romantic tale of one reckless bachelor, five unwed sisters, and a wildly unconventional game of love…

HERE COMES THE GROOM

As a notorious member of the Heirs’ Club, Bray Drakestone can’t resist a challenge from one of his well-heeled colleagues—especially when it involves money and horses. But the friendly wager takes an unexpected and deadly turn. Bray is forced to agree to marry one of his challenger’s five sisters—sight unseen. Now gamblers all over London are placing bets on whether Bray will actually go through with it…

THERE GOES THE BRIDE

Miss Louisa Prim, the eldest sister, doesn’t care a whit what the reckless rogue at the Heirs’ Club promised her brother—she has no intention of marrying the future Duke of Drakestone. Bray, however, sees her rejection…

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Merry Christmas!!!

It is winding down to the last few hours of my Christmas day, and just wanted to take the opportunity to wish everyone A Merry Christmas!!!

Christmas is my favorite time of the year. My whole family always makes it very special, and I am truly grateful for each and every one of them for all they do to make it one of my favorite days of the year. I love decorating for Christmas, finding a special gift for every one of my family members and wrapping it in either the cutest or the prettiest wrapping paper we have, the Christmas Songs and Movies that we get to play, Christmas Baking (I was designated to make Maple Bars every year), and spending time with my family.

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(An earlier Christmas tree that was decorated!)

I hope that everyone had just as good a time as I did, and that you were able to spend it with your loved ones. “Merry Christmas To All And To All A Good Night!” –Clement Clarke Moore

Shadow of the Witte Wieven by Debbie Peterson – Guest Blog and Giveaway

Originally Posted By It’s Raining Books (Check It Out! ^-^)

This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. Debbie will be awarding a $15 Amazon Gift Card to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour.

Hello! I am so excited to visit with you today. Thank you so much for the invitation and the opportunity to give our lovely readers a story from my vast paranormal files!

When it comes to Shadow of the Witte Wieven—and because I am a writer of both fantasy and paranormal romance—my thoughts often turn to the many legends concerning ghost ships. After all, any sighting of Wolf’s ship as he sails in this dimension is deemed a ghost ship by those who can actually see his brigantine. Not many can, you know… 😉

Anyway, one of my favorite legends concerns the American schooner known as the Young Teazer, which targeted the sea trade of the British Empire during the War of 1812, and for a time, she was rather successful in her pursuits.

Yet, as fate would have it, in June of 1813, British ships finally trapped the Young Teazer in Mahone Bay which is situated between Mason Island and Rafuse Island. Escape was impossible and the hands aboard the Teazer knew it. Without delay, the British dispatched a five boat boarding party to take possession of their prize. But, as they made their approach, the Young Teazer suddenly and unexpectedly exploded.

Survivors later claimed they saw Frederick Johnson, the Teazer’s First Lieutenant, toss flaming embers into the cache of ammunition which instantly ignited. The ship caught fire and that fire spread rapidly. The tactic killed Johnson and many of his fellow crew members that day.

Not long thereafter, very credible reports about the sighting of a fiery ghost ship began to surface. Then one year later, on June 27th of 1814, the people of Mahone Bay swore up and down they saw a spectral ship sailing exactly where the Young Teazer had met its demise. The ship vanished in a huge cloud of smoke and fire, but not before the witnesses positively identified it as the Young Teazer.

Even without the help of Facebook or Twitter, it didn’t take long for this story to circulate coast to coast. As the anniversary of the event came around again, a throng of people gathered in Mahone Bay with high expectations of seeing the flaming ghost ship for themselves. They were not disappointed. From that day to the present, people continue to stand as witness to the reality of the phantom ship which continues to sail, two hundred years later. More often than not, Young Teazer can be seen on misty nights which fall within three days of the full moon…

So, tell me, what do you think of ghost ships… fact or fiction? (Visit It’s Raining Books to answer the question and enter the giveaway.)

Despite a contract on her head, lone Drug Enforcement Agent, Aliyana Montijo must ferret out a mole and stop the assassination of top DEA officials, as so ordered by the Colombian drug lord she seeks to take down. The task is a daunting one, for there is no one she can trust. No one that is, until she encounters a most unlikely ally.

Former seventeenth century captain of the Dutch West Indies Company, Wolfaert Dircksen Van Ness, now from a parallel dimension, encounters the beautiful agent during an unearthly storm in the Bermuda triangle. Drawn to the Spanish beauty he rescues, he pledges his assistance, despite her reluctance to accept either his help or his heart.

Can Wolf bridge both space and time to claim the woman he loves?

Enjoy an excerpt:

Something terrible had happened. She could feel it. She raced toward her supplies and grabbed hold of her backpack. Her fingers shook as she unzipped the bag and yanked out her phone. She tried to call Greg several times over before it dawned on her that he had already boarded a plane headed for Colombia. She wouldn’t be able to contact him until the morning.

Despite all attempts to banish it, the dread grew stronger with each passing hour. A growing notion that Wolf and his crew never vacated the sub, took firm hold. The conscientious men of the Wieven could very well have remained behind to ensure that all went according to plan. The thought of such an occurrence made her sick to her stomach. She couldn’t sleep, and she couldn’t eat. All throughout the long hours of the night, she restlessly paced along the shore, waiting, hoping—and praying.

By the time the gloomy morning arrived, what little hope she’d carried throughout the long night, dissipated. Somewhere in her heart, she finally accepted that her beloved captain wouldn’t be coming for her. Not now. Not ever again. Excruciating pain accompanied that knowledge, and in that same moment, she could feel her heart shattering into an infinite number of pieces. Even though she had endured such pain many times before, it had never assaulted her with the intensity it did right now. She didn’t know if she could survive it. Indeed, she didn’t know if she wanted to survive it.

About the Author: Debbie has always had a soft spot for fairy tales, the joy of falling in love, and happily ever after endings. Stories of love and make believe filled her head for as long as she can remember. However, it was her beloved husband who encouraged, cajoled and inspired her to take up a pen and write some of them down. In 2012, The Wild Rose Press published her first novel, Spirit of the Rebellion.

When she’s not busy conjuring her latest novel, Debbie spends time with the members of her very large family. She also pursues her interests in family history which she also teaches, mythology, and all things ancient and historic.

Connect with Debbie:

Website: http://dk-peterson.com/
Blog: http://debbie-peterson.blogspot.com/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/DebbiePeterson1
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Debbie-Peterson-Author/214882805206529?ref=tn_tnmn

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SHADOW OF THE WITTE WIEVEN by Debbie Peterson

Original Post By Kit ‘N Kabookle (Check it out! ^-^)

SHADOW OF THE WITTE WIEVEN
by Debbie Peterson

Despite a contract on her head, lone Drug Enforcement Agent, Aliyana Montijo must ferret out a mole and stop the assassination of top DEA officials, as so ordered by the Colombian drug lord she seeks to take down. The task is a daunting one, for there is no one she can trust. No one that is, until she encounters a most unlikely ally.

Former seventeenth century captain of the Dutch West Indies Company, Wolfaert Dircksen Van Ness, now from a parallel dimension, encounters the beautiful agent during an unearthly storm in the Bermuda triangle. Drawn to the Spanish beauty he rescues, he pledges his assistance, despite her reluctance to accept either his help or his heart.

Can Wolf bridge both space and time to claim the woman he loves?

EXCERPT
The idea one could dream and take part inside another dream never once occurred to Aliyana. Nor, had it ever happened to her before. Yet, she couldn’t find any other explanation for this bizarre experience. She found herself in a strange bed, gazing at a very handsome, broad-shouldered, well-muscled man. The tall, handsome man in question had light brown, shoulder length hair, which he combed back away from his face. His short, well-trimmed beard and mustache seemed darker than his hair or at least it did in this light. He had incredible sky blue eyes, infectious laughter, and a dimpled smile that would melt the iciest heart.

The only trouble with this picture? The form-fitting black doublet he wore looked like something straight out of ‘The Three Musketeers,’ minus the ridiculous broad-brimmed, large feathered hat. And—she wouldn’t be surprised to find him onboard the ship she encountered just before her plane collided with that massive rock. If any of that really happened.

On top of all that, he just told her to call him ‘Wolf’ using a very charming Germanic accent, probably Dutch, gauging from his surname. Okay, Wolf, from which part of my scrambled brain did I conjure a man like you? She closed her eyes once again. Perhaps in so doing she could escape this whacky dream altogether and wake up somewhere else. Some place a little more normal.

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AN INTERVIEW WITH DEBBIE
Please welcome Debbie to Kit ‘N Kabookle!

Hello Mary! Thank you so much for inviting me to your blog! It’s a pleasure to be here and answer some of your questions, so let’s get started, shall we?

-What made you want to write?

I think it was just the desire to put the stories in my head down on paper. I should also mention that my husband gets the credit for turning that desire into a reality. Without his encouragement, my stories might still be floating around inside the imagination portion of my brain.

-What draws you to your genre of choice?

I love making the impossible, possible. As a child I often pretended I was a good witch who could perform magic. In my make believe world, dragons, fairies, unicorns, and the ever majestic pegasus were all common. I also loved the fairytales and the joy of happily ever after. No one should be surprised then, when my genre of choice is paranormal and fantasy romance.

-Name a fun fact you learned researching this project.

In some of my mythology books, I came across the term “Witte Wieven” (which in this book is the name of Wolf’s ship) more than once. But not until I wrote the story did I learn who and what the name referred to. The Germanic “Witte Wieven” or “wise women” of legend are amazing herbalists, healers and seers. They are well respected in many cultures for their abilities, wisdom and benevolence. However, arouse their ire, and you could probably live to regret encountering them at all. Now, why would Wolf name his ship “Witte Wieven” of all things? The answer to that question is revealed in the prequel, Van Locken’s Witch. Suffice it to say, a lovely descendent of the witte wieven saves Wolf’s life and in friendship, respect and gratitude, he named his ship for her.

-Which of your characters would you go out for drinks with?

I can’t think of a single one I wouldn’t. All of them are fun and fascinating in their own way.

-For aspiring writers, any tips?

Keep writing, polish your work until it shines, and never, ever give up.

ABOUT DEBBIE
Debbie has always had a soft spot for fairy tales, the joy of falling in love, and happily ever after endings. Stories of love and make believe filled her head for as long as she can remember. However, it was her beloved husband who encouraged, cajoled and inspired her to take up a pen and write some of them down. In 2012, The Wild Rose Press published her first novel, “Spirit of the Rebellion.”

When she’s not busy conjuring her latest novel, Debbie spends time with the members of her very large family. She also pursues her interests in family history which she also teaches, mythology, and all things ancient and historic.

Find Debbie online:

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blog
Facebook
Twitter @DebbiePeterson1


Hey, readers,

Join me in thanking Debbie for an awesome interview!

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And enter the giveaway.

The Three Ghosts of Christmas…

Originally Posted By Debbie Peterson

A Christmas Carol, written by Charles Dickens and published in 1843 is one of my favorite Christmas stories. As part of our family Christmas traditions, we either read it, or watch one of the many movie versions we own based on the story. The kids love Disney’s version starring Mickey Mouse and I think I’m kind of partial to the one starring George C. Scott… (We also like Scrooged…ahem)

A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens. London: Chapman & Hall, 1843. First edition. Title page.

Anyway, I’,m sure it doesn’t surprise anyone who knows me, or reads my blogs or books that the Three Ghosts of Christmas fascinates me. We have the ghost of Christmas Past, which takes Scrooge on a journey filled with Christmas memories. The ghost of Christmas Present that forces dear old Scrooge to see firsthand the holiday celebrations of those way less fortunate and, finally, we have the ghost of Christmas Future…a future that might be but doesn’t have to be. During my childhood, all the ghosts scared the Dickens right out of me (sorry, couldn’t resist) because the thought of one of them showing up in the middle of the night by my bed seemed anything but pleasant.

Nonetheless, as over the years I gave the matter some thought, I decided that taking a journey with the ghost of Christmas Past might actually be fun because I’ve had so many amazing Christmas memories, some of which I’ve already shared.

The ghost of Christmas Present? I don’t know…a visit with him would make me wish for Santa’s super powers…

And how about that ghost of Christmas Future? I thought long and hard about that one. If there was such a thing as that particular Christmas spirit, or even a crystal ball, would you use it? Would you want to know what would transpire in your future, or would you rather just take it as it comes? I think of the the song “The Dance,” by Garth Brooks:

“Holding you, I held everything
For a moment, wasn’t I king
But if I’d only known how the king would fall
Hey, who’s to say! I might’ve changed it all
Our lives are better left to chance
I could have missed the pain
But I’ve have had to miss the dance.”

There’s a lot of wisdom there, but then again, take a look at Scrooge… With a small peek into the future, he changed his life for the better, and it not only affected him, it also affected those around him.

So… here’s a couple of questions for you…Which Christmas ghost would you like to take a trip with, and would you really want to take a look at your future? (Visit the Official Blog Of Debbie Peterson to enter the giveaway and answer the question!)

Wishing you all a very Merry Christmas, or if you don’t celebrate Christmas, then Happy Holidays!!

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The on-going Shadow of the Witte Wieven book tour….

I have two stops today so that I can celebrate Christmas with my family next week while you do the same:  Kit ‘N Kabookle and It’s Raining Books. So if you have a minute during this last week before Christmas, stop by and enter our giveaway for another chance to win..

Author Debbie Peterson on the Inspiration Behind SHADOW OF THE WITTE WIEVEN + Giveaway

Originally Posted By Mad Hoydenish (Check it out and enter the giveaway)

Welcome to my stop on the book tour for Shadow of the Witte Wieven by Debbie Peterson, a fantasy paranormal romance available now from Inkspell Publishing. This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. Click on the banner to visit other stops on this tour.

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Despite a contract on her head, lone Drug Enforcement Agent, Aliyana Montijo must ferret out a mole and stop the assassination of top DEA officials, as so ordered by the Colombian drug lord she seeks to take down. The task is a daunting one, for there is no one she can trust. No one that is, until she encounters a most unlikely ally.

Former seventeenth century captain of the Dutch West Indies Company, Wolfaert Dircksen Van Ness, now from a parallel dimension, encounters the beautiful agent during an unearthly storm in the Bermuda triangle. Drawn to the Spanish beauty he rescues, he pledges his assistance, despite her reluctance to accept either his help or his heart.

Can Wolf bridge both space and time to claim the woman he loves?

EXCERPT

“Are you going to answer the question, or are you not?” he quipped, ignoring her comment altogether.

“Ooh! Tu’ eres el hombre más exasperante que he tenido la desgracia de conocer!” she huffed as she folded her arms and slammed them hard against her chest.

“Sorry?” His eyes danced with sudden merriment, while his lips twitched in amusement. “I didn’t quite catch all that!”

In response to his mirth, she once again clenched her teeth. She could feel her cheeks flame as she jerked a pointed a finger toward his chest. “I said, you are the most exasperating man I’ve ever had the misfortune—”

The moment she drove her finger forward, her words abruptly ended and so did his mirth. Aliyana touched the tip of her tongue to her lips as she stared at what she could see of her finger. She slowly withdrew it from inside his chest, gazed at the digit, repeated her actions once more, and then gazed into his sky-blue eyes.

“Aliyana,” Wolf whispered. “Don’t be afraid of me. This isn’t what you think.”

She struggled to make sense of this new quandary. Her bewildered gaze shifted to his arms that still held her fast, traveled their length, and then rose to his face. Her lovely eyes, filled with such delightful indignation a moment ago, now held a trace of apprehension.

“Who are you?” she asked in a voice just audible to his ears. “Better yet, what are you?”

GUEST POST: Inspiration Behind Shadow of the Witte Wieven

Hello Tallulah! I am thrilled to be here with you today and share with you and your readers a little bit about the inspiration behind Shadow of the Witte Wieven.

First of all, you need to know that I love most all forms of artwork. Anyone who can pick up a brush and some paint, then create something breathtaking has my utmost respect. I wish I could do it, but I’m afraid I can do little more than draw some impressive stick figures for your entertainment. Anyway, one day while perusing a gallery filled with impressive works of art, I happened across a beautiful painting of a fierce lighting storm over an ocean. The colors used by the artist were just amazing and that got my imagination going. My thoughts eventually found their way to the Bermuda Triangle reports of the strange and bizarre–as well as the ferocity of the anomalous storms as witnessed by those who found their way out of them. From there, the “what if” part of my imagination took over.

“What if” a modern woman, let’s make her a DEA agent, fleeing from the Columbian drug lord bent on her demise, stole his plane in order to preserve her life? “What if” one of the infamous storms in the Bermuda Triangle flared while making her escape? “What if” during that storm, she crossed paths with a handsome 17th century captain who commanded a brigantine? “What if” during a like storm in the 17th century, he slipped into another dimension? “What if” he could revisit his former realm from time to time? What would happen if he fell in love with the beautiful DEA agent he encountered, and she with him? What choices would they then have to make?

Thus, Shadow of the Witte Wieven was born. I had a lot of fun writing this book and for those of you who choose to read it, I hope you find the same enjoyment as you immerse yourself in the story. If you do, drop me a line and tell me what you think! I love and appreciate hearing from all my readers!

AUTHOR Bio and Links

Debbie has always had a soft spot for fairy tales, the joy of falling in love, and happily ever after endings. Stories of love and make believe filled her head for as long as she can remember. However, it was her beloved husband who encouraged, cajoled and inspired her to take up a pen and write some of them down. In 2012, The Wild Rose Press published her first novel, “Spirit of the Rebellion.”

When she’s not busy conjuring her latest novel, Debbie spends time with the members of her very large family. She also pursues her interests in family history which she also teaches, mythology, and all things ancient and historic.

Connect with Debbie:
Website: http://dk-peterson.com/
Blog: http://debbie-peterson.blogspot.com/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/DebbiePeterson1
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Debbie-Peterson-Author/214882805206529?ref=tn_tnmn
Shadow of the Witte Wieven Buy links:
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Shadow-Witte-Wieven-Debbie-Peterson-ebook/dp/B007W97VMC/
Barnes and Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/shadow-of-the-witte-wieven-debbie-peterson/1108375124?ean=2940016668697
Kobo: http://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/shadow-of-the-witte-wieven-1
All Romance Ebooks: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-shadowofthewittewieven-781665-140.html

The Best Christmas Gift Ever…

Originally Posted By Debbie Peterson

So, last week I waxed nostalgic about Santa Claus. This week my thoughts have taken me to my most memorable, most special, most favorite Christmas gift of all time! Nothing has ever topped it and I truly don’t think anything ever will. So..

 I was five years old and during that Christmas season, my mother was pregnant. Very. Pregnant. In fact, our baby was due to arrive around the middle of January. At the time, my three other siblings were all brothers and oh, how I longed for a sister. Believe it or not, my brothers wanted a sister almost as much as I did. Mom and Dad tried to prepare us for another brother should one come, but none of us were having any of it. We wanted a sister, and that’s all there was to that! (At the time sonograms were non-existent, so no peeking…)
I vividly remember my mom working hard all day long on that Christmas Eve. She cleaned the house and then baked a variety of cookies and sweets. After that, she began early preparations for the Christmas dinner our large extended family would come over and eat the next day. That evening we gathered around the tree that smelled so heavenly of pine, and opened our one gift. Once again, my beautiful mother had made all of us a new pair of flannel pajamas to keep us warm and cozy. She read us the Christmas story, gave us all a kiss and sent us off to bed. After all, Santa could come any moment and we had better be sleeping or he would pass on by!

However, no self-respecting five year old is going to nod right off to sleep on Christmas Eve. Isn’t part of the fun watching for Santa and his reindeer? So, I stayed awake and I am here to tell you that I heard jingle bells that night…in our living room…and it scared the dickens right out of me! I squeezed my eyes shut hoping that Santa would believe I was sleeping.

A minute and a half later (or so it seemed) water running in the bath tub woke me up. Curious, I walked down the hall to discover the reason and found my mother taking a bath (in the middle of the night?). When she saw me peeking around the door she gave me a smile and told me that she thought Santa might have come and maybe I should take a peek by the tree and see if he left me anything. I did. There by the tree was a beautiful doll, almost as tall as me. Mom said I could take it to bed with me if I wanted.  Boy, did I want to! I went back to bed and snuggled with my beautiful doll.

Another minute and a half passed and all of a sudden the light in my bedroom went on. I opened my eyes and saw my daddy standing there with a huge smile on his face. He looked at me and he said, “Merry Christmas, Deb. You have a baby sister!” (Was mom cutting it close or what?)

Christmas is indeed a time for miracles, and that night one came to my house! Is it any wonder then that my beautiful sister is, and will ever continue to be, my most favorite, most special Christmas gift?

Many, Many Years Later and with four more grandchildren yet to be born…

What about you? What is your favorite or most memorable Christmas gift? Visit the Official Blog Of Debbie Peterson to answer her question and to enter the giveaway!!