Hope and Holidays

By A. Foster

This is a collection of all my current Christmas Stories, ALL in one place. They are uplifting and Christian based.
In addition, I have added a few extra things for your entertainment and enjoyment.
There is a recipe I have worked on for years, that is also included. I hope it will help you start your own family tradition.
God Bless you and Keep you safe now and always!
Amen.

• Language: English
• Publisher: A. Foster
• Release date: May 13, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463116494

A. Foster

Hello friends,Thank you for taking a moment to check out my site. I hope one of my stories catches your attention. Love to hear from you. Please like me, follow me and above all, tell someone else. I would be so grateful.I love to write, all kinds of stories. I am interested in real pirates from long ago, spaceships of tomorrow and all the time travel I can get. When I am not writing, I am thinking about new stories to tell and try out. Love to attend campfires and volunteer in classrooms often. A great place to entertain and experiment on themes.Hope to be invited to your campfire one day...Have fun and keep reading, dreaming, writing and hugging those you love most.

Book preview

Hope and Holidays

by

Annette Foster A. Foster

___________

This is a work of fiction.

Names, characters, places, and incidents

are the products of the author's imagination only.

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With fond memories this book

is dedicated to my incredible grandparents.

Thank you for every lesson, and every hug,

Amen.

Table of Contents

A Christmas Bear

Face of An Angel

A Second Chance

Tradition

Bah Humbug!

Heroes

Piece Maker

Holiday List

Loved

I love surprises and I love to share...

With all the best wishes and prayers...

Home

A special note of recognition to Paula,

my wonderful new friend..

She writes about Angel's

but

I know first hand she is one.

A Christmas Bear

The doctor turned to Mrs. Brown with an dark, ashen look on his face. The man hated this part of his job. Thankfully it did not happen too often, but that did not help today, right now. As for Mrs. Brown, his words fell on deaf ears. It was all that she could do to keep from fainting. Her husband, Jake, held her as best he could, trying to keep his own balance. The room was spinning ever so slightly, even for him. One of them had to hold on. So. Mr. Brown listened closely.

The man in the white coat continued on for a while about the tests they had done on Michael. None of them were conclusive. None of them had helped as yet to understand what was going on. They were talking about some experimental things, but that was only a maybe answer. Mr. Brown wanted to ask what that even meant, then thought better of it. At the end of the grand speech, the fact was they still did not know why Michael was even sick.

Mr. and Mrs. Brown had waited vigilantly next to their sons bed for some kind of answer. They had walked the halls of the corridor outside his room. They had paced up and down together and separately, taking turns as guardians. Patiently for nearly ten days, watching as people of power came and went. Some hovered over their son and discussed things, others just wrote things down. Tests and more tests that led no where. The big white waiting room of St Mark’s Hospital, was cold. Not because it was meant to be. The fact that being sick is just a sad, cold business at times. The couple had hardly ate or slept since they had come to this place. It was every parents' worst nightmare. Their only child was dying. Right in front of their eyes. The doctors couldn't even tell them why? He had just grown steadily weaker with each days passing.

It was in both of their minds. It just wasn’t fair! They did not have to say it out loud. They could see it clearly in each others eyes. Helplessly, they floundered.

Mr. Brown suddenly couldn't contain himself anymore. We are taking Michael home! You said yourself, you can't do anything. Well if my son is going to die, it won't be here, in this place holding back tears that threatened to engulf him. I am taking my family home.

Mr. Brown, please understand, he is better off here. We may yet find the problem. The doctor protested.

No! We are taking him home. Mrs. Brown stated evenly. The doctor did not reply. Her look was so fierce, the man knew nothing would stop either of them. The reality was that if the hospital's best doctors had any answer at all they would act on it. The doctors', had nothing. Watching and waiting for the boy to die, while making the family as comfortable as possible was the limit. There was nothing else.

Two hours later, after swimming an ocean of red tape, they were on their way home. The huge white hospital building grew smaller as the car pulled away from the curb, out the parking lot and down the street. The weather had turned bad over the last few days. The highway was particularly dangerous this night, with ice and traffic. Mr. Brown drove in silence the whole way. His sweet wife in the back seat, cradled their son close. She hummed Michael's favorite children's song very low and soft as the miles passed. Sometimes she would stop suddenly and then start again after a long pause. Mr. Brown was afraid to know why. He just drove on, starring at the lights and the cars on the road ahead. It was the most in control he had felt since he could remember. The hard surface of the wheel in his hands and the power of