The Lost Story of Christmas

By Anna Getz

Claude Claus has a serious problem and needs to ask his brother for help. Will he be able to humble himself enough to forget why they split up? Will his brother be willing to talk to him? Depending on what happens, anticipation for the end of the year might be gone forever.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Anna Getz
• Release date: Dec 6, 2012
• ISBN: 9781301426782

Anna Getz

Member of Black Diamond Writers' Network--VPParticipates in the organization of the yearlyWrite it Right writer's conference in Pennsylvania.

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THE LOST STORY OF CHRISTMAS

by

Anna Getz

TEXT COPYRIGHT ©2012 ANNA GETZ

REVISED ©2020

Published in the United States of America

Cover by Anna Getz

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This is the work of fiction. Names, characters,

Dialogue and incidents are either the product

of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously.

Any resemblance to actual events or locales or

persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental.

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Dedicated to

those who

understand

the true spirit

of Christmas.

I would like to especially thank

Al Wohlmuth, Dragon’s Dust,

and Chris Nilson,

for their help and support.

Thanks also to

the members of the

Black Diamond Writers’ Network,

a writer’s group located

in Tamaqua, Pennsylvania,

The Lost Story

of

Christmas

The Beginning

Snow swirled through the air and around a man in a blue velvet suit with white furry trim. He stepped off a large blue sleigh with his booted feet and paused to pull the hood tighter around his head. The snow was deep and made each step a feat all its own. After a time, he finally approached the largest house in North Pole City.

The man in blue couldn’t help but know the big house, since that is where he grew up so long ago. The large door was intimidating, and he gazed back in the direction of his sleigh with