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    A Christmas Medley
    A Christmas Medley
    A Christmas Medley
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    A Christmas Medley

    By Carol Kehlmeier

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    This collection of Christmas Stories by Carol Kehlmeier will be enjoyed by all. With a range of situations in these works there is sure to be at least one that reminds you of your family.
    Stories included: Mixed Up Christmas, Christmas Shopping at the Mall, Christmas at the Food Pantry, A Christmas Memory, First Snowfall, The Hope of Christmas, To Sing with Soul, A Buckeye Christmas, The Best Christmas Gift Ever, Snowbound and The Day After.
    A collection of funny and memorable holiday stories sure to make you smile.
    Reading these every year will quickly become a family holiday tradition.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherWoolysWagon ePublishing
    Release dateNov 15, 2016
    ISBN9781370058297
    A Christmas Medley
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    Carol Kehlmeier

    Carol Kehlmeier is an extremely talented creator of characters. Whether set in the 1950's or today her characters move you, resonate with you and sometimes exasperate you. Regardless, they always ring true and never contrived. A former newspaperwoman and columnist her freelance work, both fiction and non fiction, has appeared in magazines, web sites, ebooks, newspapers, and anthologies. Her work has also been recognized at writers’ gatherings. She writes from Westerville, Ohio. Strawberry Season Stick Figures Real Treasures I Wanted to Write a Song A Christmas Medley http://woolyswagon.com/CarolKehlmeier.html Please write to Carol Kehlmeier and let her know what you thought about her book. Thank You! CarolKehlmeier@woolyswagon.com

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      A Christmas Medley - Carol Kehlmeier

      Mixed Up Christmas

      Beneath the Christmas moon, snow softly pirouetted down, transforming the stark, black trees into tall ivory towers reaching to heaven. The little country church, surrounded by the ancient trees, nestled on the bend of the road.

      It looks like a Christmas card. I sighed and nodded to the white frame building, then poked my husband in the ribs to see if he was listening. He nodded and smiled as he drove the car into the parking area beneath the giant trees.

      Like man other ex-city folks we had recently moved to the community and discovered St. Paul Church, a charming old chapel by the bend on the road. It was a rural parish with many traditions handed down from the founders. The first time we saw the white frame building it sat beneath a blue tissue-paper sky. The building was surrounded by giant old trees and crocuses were popping up through the warming earth.

      My husband drove our van into the parking area beneath the towering ivory trees as the church bell high above chimed through the crisp, cold air, announcing the annual children’s Christmas program at the little country church.

      Since we adopted the church, our four boys happily mingled with the other children and had enjoyed the pre-Lenten potluck, the strawberry festival in the spring, and the summer corn roast. Now they were looking forward to the annual children’s Christmas program.

      I had been rehearsing our boys’ speeches with them for several days. Each evening, after reading the Bible passage about the first Christmas and practicing their pieces we enjoyed cocoa and cookies. Then I read The Night Before Christmas to them before tucking them into bed.

      The special night arrived and the pleasant aroma of pine and the warmth of candlelight greeted us as we entered the small sanctuary and slid into one of the well-worn oak pews. The beautiful stained glass windows created a reverent, yet cozy atmosphere.

      Looking around at the other parents anxiously waiting for the program to begin I sighed, proud our little guys knew their lines.

      I recalled our first spring just months past and how God had sprinkled the spring fields with amethyst and saffron blossoms welcoming us to the old farmhouse. The summer had been one lovely rainbow quilt spread out across the countryside. The autumn air had the aroma of ripening apples and the sound of geese honking their way South to leave the ice and snow to those of us left behind.

      I recall gazing out the farmhouse windows at the winter browns and feared it would be one long lonely season. But the warm people at St. Paul were quick to invite us to their potlucks and included our boys in all the children’s activities.

      It Came upon a Midnight Clear oozed from the antique organ, followed by the shuffling of tiny feet across the squeaky oak floor. The caroling youngsters marched to the front, and then were ushered into neat rows by the smiling choir director.

      I took a long deep breath in anticipation of the children telling the story of the Christ Child’s birth.

      And there were in the same country, shepherds abiding in the fields, a confident sixth-grade boy declared. Children dressed in bathrobes marched up the aisle, holding tightly to their makeshift staffs.

      And lo, the glory of the Lord shown ‘round ‘bout them, a trembling little voice called. A trail of preschoolers tripped down the aisle, wearing white sheets and wings made of cotton balls, their coat-hanger halos askew.

      Behold! I bring you tidings of great joy! A young voice shouted.

      My heart pounded. The next line was to be spoken by our oldest boy. I squirmed in the pew, waiting for him to make his theatrical premier. And what to my wondering eyes should appear, he called from the chancel.

      I gulped and looked at my husband. What did he say? I asked softly. He just grinned, holding back his laughter.

      A miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer! Our second son bellowed in his high-pitched voice.

      That’s what you get for mixing Christianity with fantasy, Josh said softly into my ear.

      I slid down in the pew, hoping not to be seen.

      With a little old driver so lively and quick, our third son called.

      Scattered giggles rose from the pews.

      Three boys dressed in bright colored fabric and wearing gold painted cardboard crowns marched forward, their arms trembling as they carried the Christ Child’s gifts high above their wee heads.

      Other parents must have been reading their offspring the same poem because the youngsters continued line for line, one after the other until our youngest shouted with gusto, Merry Christmas to all and, he paused. Peace to His people on Earth!

      By this time the entire congregation could no longer hold back their chuckles.

      The choir director wiped away tears of laughter, then spoke softly to the children.

      The first child said his piece again. And the second time around, each child continued telling the Christmas story from the book of St. Luke.

      Following the successful retelling of that first Christmas, the children were served cookies and cocoa in the fellowship hall.

      While outside: The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow, Gave the luster of mid-day to objects below.

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      Christmas Shopping at the Mall

      I don’t know why I invited you to go shopping with me! I said, glaring at Husband.

      You didn’t invite me. I’m here to make sure you don’t overspend. His voice shook with authority. How many times are you going to drive around this lot?

      As many times as it takes to find a close parking space. That’s why I’m driving today. I don’t want to have to get out mountain climbing gear I would need from where you park.

      Very funny. He snarled. Look at all the cars. Where do they come from?

      It’s Christmas. Good will to everybody? Santa Claus? Gifts? Remember?

      People are crazy. He sat shaking his head.

      That woman is leaving. I’ll wait. I stopped and waited as she slid her VW from the parking spot.

      You go for a two-mile hike every morning, but you won’t walk a few steps to the mall. He grumbled into his beard.

      I need to conserve my energy for shopping. It can be a cruel mob out there.

      The woman in the V W smiled and waved as I glided into the space. No mean finger gestures, no uncouth language, no shaking fists like men. I smiled and gave him an elbow in his ribs.

      He mumbled.

      See how close we are, only a few feet from the mall.  My hands dug deep into my pockets as we walked against the wind. I could hear his breath close behind me.

      Aren’t you glad we parked so close? I asked, shivering, as

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