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I Believe In Father Christmas Trilogy: I Believe In Father Christmas
I Believe In Father Christmas Trilogy: I Believe In Father Christmas
I Believe In Father Christmas Trilogy: I Believe In Father Christmas
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I Believe In Father Christmas Trilogy: I Believe In Father Christmas

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Whether you believe in Father Christmas or not, these three short stories will warm your heart this winter holiday time.

Three completely different families all resolve their individual problems to enjoy Christmas in their own way.

LanguageEnglish
Release dateDec 9, 2017
ISBN9781386607755
I Believe In Father Christmas Trilogy: I Believe In Father Christmas
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Sarah-Jane Steadman

Sarah-Jane's father said she was born with an enquiring nature; her mother said she was born just plain nosey. Her three sisters each bought a lock for their bedroom door. Sarah-Jane's first word was "book" and she never looked back. By the age of five she had two ambitions - the first to be a writer and the second to marry the boy next door. She has achieved both. Sarah-Jane still lives in Burslem, with her husband, artist, Ernesto Steadman, their two children, and pets, Ceefer, Deefer and Arfur Rabbit. She writes short stories and quirky poetry. Saah-Jane blogs as "That Burslem Girl" Website: https://thatburslemgirl.wixsite.com/website

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    I Believe In Father Christmas Trilogy - Sarah-Jane Steadman

    I BELIEVE IN

    FATHER CHRISTMAS

    TRILOGY

    Sarah-Jane

    STEADMAN

    Copyright © 2017 Sarah-Jane Steadman

    All rights reserved

    The right of the author to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted by her in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents act 1988. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means electronical, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise without the prior permission of the copyright owner.

    This work is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, resold, hired out, or otherwise circulated without the publisher’s prior consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published and without a similar condition including this condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser.

    This book is a work of fiction. People, places, events, and situations are the product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or historical events, is purely coincidental.

    Q G S Publishing

    CONTENTS

    Veronique, We Saw Pere Noel, Too

    Get Your Skates On, Santa

    All Of His Children

    Veronique, We Saw Pere Noel, Too

    I COULD SEE MY WIFE approaching at a fair rate of knots. God! NOW what´s she discovered?

    "You peeg.You total English cochon. How could you be so cruel? She gave me a savage jab on the chest. Mon Dieu! She is only five!"

    Before she had time to strike me again, I grabbed her wrist. Steady on Fleur, that hurt. What´s brought this on? What have I done? Frantically trying to ignore her valiant impersonation of a one-armed windmill, I put on my best placating voice and said, "Come my ´petite couchette´, sit down and tell me what is wrong."

    What did you call me?

    My ´little piglet´, my love.

    She was really angry now. Unable to hang on to her any longer, I released her and she stood in front of me shaking with rage. "You imbecile, a ´couchette´ is where you sleep on a long train journey."

    Precisely, my little dewdrop on a Christmas rose, I want to sleep with you, and only you, throughout our life-long journey.

    Calming down a little, but giving me a look that could curdle milk, she sneered, The way you are going Jacques, that is unlikely. When she is annoyed,

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