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Today, we're joining TLC Book Tours and Harlequin to kick off a very special and timely treat! It's time for the Winter Holiday Traditions (+ reads!) tour and stars several of their fabulous authors sharing their holiday memories and traditions from the heart, spotlights of their latest releases fresh off the presses and ready for YOUR reading pleasure, AND a chance to WIN A $50 AMAZON GIFT CARD. Sound good? I thought it might. So, if you're ready, don your gay apparel, grab a cup of something piping hot, and settle down as we welcome today's featured author, Linda Lael Miller!
My Christmas Traditions
GUEST POST with Author Linda Lael Miller
That night, lying in bed, he looked up and saw the words "Sunshine Coffin Company" directly overhead.
Mom and I hung up one of Dad's old work socks--the gray woolen kind with the red stripes around the top. This strange visitor would fill it with goodies, Mom said, and put a few toys under our no-doubt spindly Christmas tree--I don't remember the tree, and since we didn't have electricity at that point, it's a given that there were no bright lights.
I didn't care, one way or the other. This whole Christmas thing was brand new to me, but if it was half as good as Mom claimed, I was up for it. The thing was, I had to be asleep when Santa arrived, or he might not stop. I tried to imagine a sleigh and flying reindeer, but it was beyond the scope of my experience, for sure.
By then, obviously, we'd moved into town, and I had a brother and a baby sister. I guess we must have been pretty poor, all things considered, but I don't remember feeling poor, even once. We always had a turkey dinner, and a lovely, fragrant tree, cut down in the woods and brought to stand outside the front door until the branches were dry enough. How anxious my brother and I were for that tree to dry, so we could drape it with bubble lights, bright baubles and lots and lots of tinsel. There were always presents on Christmas morning, and to us, it looked like real bounty. The rule was, no presents until after breakfast--always a hearty one of either bacon or sausage, eggs, fried potatoes and all the rest. We had to be content with the contents of our stockings until after the meal, and we were half out of our skins with excitement by the time Mom and Dad finally turned us loose. I don't think my brother and I believed in Santa by then, but we pretended, for the sake of our little sister, and let's face it, believing kept the magic alive. Since the jolly old man always left at least one unwrapped gift for each of us, we didn't bounce off the walls waiting to rip into that year's loot.
Just about everyone had a Nativity scene, and it was a big deal to set out the Holy Family, the Wise Men and the shepherds and, especially, the little sheep, the donkey and the cow. Mom wasn't shy about reminding us of the real meaning of Christmas, stockings and pumpkin pie and roast turkey aside--and she staunchly maintained that at midnight on Christmas Eve, animals in barns all over the world would talk to each other, in human voices.
Possibly the best thing about those old-fashioned Christmases was the sense of magic and mystery. Back then, Halloween, Thanksgiving and Christmas were distinct from each other, and each was celebrated as a special occasion in its own right. Each had its own traditions.
These days, they sort of all run together--the stores put out ornaments, greeting cards and all kinds of other merchandise in June or July, for heaven's sake. Where's the magic in that? Where's the mystery?
It's still there, I'm glad to say, hiding in the hearts of kindly souls everywhere--it's in the warm smiles, the hugs, the generosity. We just have to look a little harder to find it, that's all.
In closing, I wish you and yours the happiest of holiday seasons, whatever your faith, and whatever you celebrate. May 2018 be a year of health and joy and abundant blessings of all sorts, for you and all those you love.
Linda Lael Miller
About the book...
It’s a Christmas affair to remember as a Hollywood mogul discovers his inner cowboy—and the woman of his dreams—amid the rugged beauty of Wyoming.
Raine McCall would take snow-covered mountains over a star-studded premiere any day. But when hotshot movie executive Mick Branson arranges dinner on Christmas Eve to discuss a work opportunity, she’s intrigued—by the offer and the man. She’s a no-makeup, no-frills single mom, who’s happy with her quiet life. Sharing chili cheeseburgers and sizzling kisses with Mick is sure heating up her holiday, but country girl and power player don’t mix…
It’s not just work that’s brought Mick back to Mustang Creek. Since he first visited to oversee a documentary, free-spirited graphic designer Raine has been in his head. Her approach to life is as unconventional as her quirky holiday ornaments. Their attraction is undeniable—and so are their differences. Putting down roots in the Wild West wasn’t in the script. But there are some Christmas gifts you can’t walk away from, even when they turn your whole world upside down…
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Special thanks to TLC Book Tours, Harlequin Books, and author Linda Lael Miller for the chance to bring this tour to you. (THANKS!) For more information on this title, the author, the publisher, THIS TOUR, or those on the horizon, feel free to click through the links provided above. This title was released September 2017 via HQN Books, so grab a copy this holiday season at your local bookstore or online retailer for a merry and bright holiday.
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