Timmy's Spiritual Christmas

By Thomas Beaudin

Timmy Dennison is a nine-year-old fourth grader who is looking forward to Christmas. But this year, Christmas will gain a whole new meaning for him.

Join young Timmy as he comes face to face with the age-old question, “Is Santa Claus real?”  If Santa Claus isn’t real, why celebrate this great holiday?

Bolstered by support from his church family and inspired by conversations with his immediate family and his grandparents, Timmy finds excitement and peace as he augments his childhood memories of a Santa-oriented Christmas with a new-found awareness of the scriptural origins of Christmas.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Dove Christian Publishers
• Release date: Jul 9, 2020
• ISBN: 9788835883470

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Tom Beaudin

Bladensburg, MD

Timmy’s Spiritual Christmas

Published by

Inscript Books

a division of Dove Christian Publishers

P.O. Box 611

Bladensburg, MD 20710-0611

www.dovechristianpublishers.com

Copyright © 2020 by Tom Beaudin

Cover Design by Paul Bobkowski, Sr.

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be used or reproduced without permission of the publisher, except for brief quotes for scholarly use, reviews or articles.

Any references to historical events, real people, or real places are used fictitiously. Names, characters, and places are products of the author’s imagination.

ISBN: 978-1-7343032-7-8

Printed in the United States of America

To Abby, Austin, Barrie, Brooke, Francis, Jacob, Kyle, Luke, Matthew, Noah, Toby, and Tucker.

For you all, I wish the miracles of Christmas each and every day of your lives.

Preface

Much of my childhood has escaped from my memory. It’s not that I had an unpleasant childhood or that I tried to forget it. I had an average, if not particularly memorable, youth. However, God gave me this very unique brain that chugs along in the moment and doesn’t hang on to very much. The standing story in my family is that I can enjoy a movie or a book today and get the same enjoyment from the same movie or book in a few months as if I had experienced them for the first time.

As a result, when I search the memorable treasures of this peculiar God-given brain, it is a pretty easy search; there are only a few memories that stand out. One of those few is the moment when I realized that Santa Claus wasn’t who or what I thought he was. Oh, I had entertained suspicions for quite some time, but that day in my fourth-grade classroom sealed the deal for me.

It was book report time. My brain will not let me remember what book I had read, nor will it give me a sneak peek at what I had written. I do remember that it was Christmastime, so I deduce that the book must have been about Christmas. There I was standing next to Mrs. Markley, who was sitting in this huge chair at a massive desk. To me, Mrs. Markley was old and old-fashioned. I remember thinking of her as older than my grandmother. She always had us stand by her chair and read our book reports to her.

At one point, as I read, she put her gnarled and paper-thin-skinned hand on my wrist and squeezed tightly. Oh, Thomas! she exclaimed. (There were no nicknames or shortened names in Mrs. Markley’s class). "I need