A Timeline of Cybils Historical Fiction

1540: The King’s Rose by Alisa Libby. (YA)

1776: Chains by Laurie Halse Anderson.

179?: Den of Thieves: A Cat Royal Adventure by Julia Golding.

c1800: Rapture of the Deep: Being an Account of the Further Adventures of Jacky Faber, Soldier, Sailor, Mermaid, Spy (Bloody Jack Adventures) by L.A. Meyer.

1840-1854: A Voice of Her Own: Becoming Emily Dickinson by Barbara Dana. (YA)

1846-1848: Anna’s World by Wim Coleman. Semicolon review here.

1850: Newsgirl by Liza Ketchum. Semicolon review here.

1860-1865: Lincoln and His Boys by Rosemary Wells. Semicolon review here.

1863: The True Adventures of Homer P. Figg by Rodman Philbrick.

1864-1874: Black Angels by Linda Beatrice Brown. Semicolon review here.

1898: The Evolution of Calpurnia Tate by Jacqueline Kelly. Semicolon review here.

1917: The Best Bad Luck I Ever Had by Kristin Levine. Semicolon review here.

1918: Winnie’s War by Jenny Moss. Semicolon review here.

1930’s: Strawberry Hill by Mary Ann Hoberman.

1936: Al Capone Shines My Shoes by Gennifer Choldenko. Semicolon review here.

1938: William S. and the Great Escape by Zilpha Keatley Snyder. Semicolon review here.

1939-1941: Tropical Secrets: Holocaust Refugees in Cuba by Margarita Engle. Semicolon review here.

1941: Born to Fly by Michael Ferrari. Semicolon review here.

1941-194?: Flygirl by Sherri L. Smith.

1943-1949: When the Whistle Blows by Fran Cannon Slayton.

1945: Comfort by Joyce Moyer Hostetter. (YA)

195?: The Year of the Bomb by Ronald Kidd.

1958: A Season of Gifts by Richard Peck.

1963: Road to Tater Hill by Edith Hemingway. Semicolon review here.

1964: Sahwira: An African Friendship by Carolyn Marsden.

1968: The Rock and the River by Kekla Magoon. (YA)

1969: Neil Armstrong is My Uncle and Other Lies Muscle Man McGinty Told Me by Nan Marino.

197?: Secret Keeper by Mitali Perkins. (YA) Semicolon review here.

1976: Eli the Good by Silas House. (YA)

Sunday Salon: Books Read in December, 2009

The Sunday Salon.comYoung Adult Novels:
Cross My Heart and Hope to Spy by Ally Carter.

Don’t Judge a Girl By Her Cover by Ally Carter.

The Homeschool Liberation League by Lucy Frank. Semicolon review here.

If the Witness Lied by Caroline B. Cooney. Semicolon review here.

Ice Shock (The Joshua Files) by M.G. Harris.

Marcelo in the Real World by Francisco X. Stork.

Cybils Reading:
Petronella Saves Nearly Everyone by Dene Low. Semicolon review here.

Chains by Laurie Halse Anderson. Semicolon review here.

Dear Pen Pal by Heather Vogel Frederick.

The Brilliant Fall of Gianna Z. by Kate Messner.

Positively by Courtney Sheinmel.

Dragon Wishes by Stacey Nyikos.

Paris Pan Takes the Dare by Cynthea Liu.

The Year of the Bomb by Ronald Kidd.

The Sisters Eight: Annie’s Adventures by Lauren Baratz-Logstead.

Brushing Mom’s Hair by Andrea Cheng.

Road to Tater Hill by Edith Hemingway. Semicolon review here.

When the Whistle Blows by Fran Cannon Slayton.

Walking Backward by Catherine Austen.

Best Book of the Month: Marcelo in the Real World by Francisco X. Stork. Review pending. Eldest Daughter says I have a weakness for books with protagonists who are on the autism spectrum. I would say that seeing the inner workings of a different kind of thinking process sheds light on my own reasoning and worldview. And I like that.

Cybils’ Nominees Feature Grief for Deceased Parents

The Mostly True Adventures of Homer P. Figg by Rodman Philbrick. (both parents)
Carolina Harmony Marilyn Taylor McDowell. (both parents)
Peace, Locomotion by Jacqueline Woodson. (both parents)
Wanting Mor by Rukhsana Khan. (mom) Semicolon review here.
The Last Invisible Boy by Evan Kuhlman. (dad) Semicolon review here.
Love, Aubrey by Suzanne LaFleur. (dad) Semicolon discussion here.
The Girl Who Threw Butterflies by Mich Cochrane. (dad) Semicolon review here.
William S. and the Great Escape by Zilpha Keatley Snyder. Semicolon review here.
Wild Things by Clay Carmichael. (both parents)
Dragon Wishes by Stacey Nyikos. (both parents)
Positively by Courtney Sheinmel. (mom)
Tropical Secrets: Holocaust Refugees in Cuba by Margarita Engle. (both parents) Semicolon review here.
When the Whistle Blows by Fran Cannon Slayton. (dad)
Ice Shock by M.G. Harris (dad)
If the Witness Lied by Caroline B. Cooney. (both parents) Semicolon review here.
Walking Backward by Catherine Austen. (mom)
Signal by Cynthia DeFelice. (mom)

I wrote last year about how there were a lot of dead, dysfunctional and negligent moms in middle grade and young adult fiction. This year it seems as if the dads are getting equal time (see above). However, I just read four books in succession in which the young protagonist is mourning the loss of his or her mom (Walking Backwards by Catherine Austen,Positively by Courtney Scheinmel, and Signal by Cynthia DeFelice) or of both of her parents (Dragon Wishes by Stacey Nyikos).

Walking Backward reminded me of another Cybils nominee, The Last Invisible Boy by Evan Kuhlman. In both books the narrator is quite articulate in explaining what it feels like to mourn a parent:

“Once your mother dies, you’re either unhappy because your mother died or you’re happy but you think you shouldn’t be because your mother just died, or you’re happy and not thinking about it until other people look at you like you’re a freak for being happy when your mother just died. Any way you look at it, it’s not happy.”

Josh, the twelve year old in Walking Backward whose mother dies in a car accident, is obsessed with phobias, because his mother’s accident was caused by a phobia, and mourning customs, because Josh wants to figure out how to mourn his mother. He explains in the book about how Jewish people sit shiva for their deceased loved ones and about native American customs for mourning and Japanese Buddhist practices, among others, but none of the customs seem to give Josh and his family just what they need to survive his mom’s untimely death.

A common theme that runs through several of these Mourning a Parent books is that the remaining parent loses his or her ability to cope and to parent. In Love Aubrey, the mom deserts Aubrey and leaves her all alone to care for herself. In Ice Shock the widowed mom spends time in a mental institution. The first lines of Walking Backward are, “My father is insane. He just came home from his appointment with the psychiatrist and handed me this journal.” Josh goes on to tell us how his father spends most of his spare time in the basement trying to build a time machine and how Josh and his little brother Sam have been neglected and left to fend for themselves ever since their mom’s death. It’s a sad book, but the narrator has a great voice, rather sarcastic, humorous, slightly angry, and desperately trying to cope with the death of a parent.

In Signal by Cynthia DeFelice, Owen McGuire’s dad has become a workaholic and emotionally distant since the death of Owen’s mom. Owen, like Josh, has to take care of himself, and he takes solace in the idea that he shared with his mom: that somewhere in the vast universe there are probably other planets with intelligent, sentient life. Then, Owen meets a girl who tells him she is from another planet. The fact that Owen believes her and helps her with her plan to signal her parents’ spaceship is probably a function of his loneliness and his desire to believe in something, anything. The girl, Campion, asks Owen to go with her her to her home planet. And Owen must decide whether to leave the father that he believes has, for all practical purposes, forgotten about him.

In Positively the narrator, Emmy Price, gets a double whammy. The book begins with these words: “When my mother died, I imagined God was thinking, ‘One down, and one to go.'” Emmy and her mother shared a tragic bond; both were HIV-positive. When Simone Price dies of AIDS, Emmy feels as if no one in the world understands her or her situation. Emmy ends up living with her father, who deserted her and her mom, and her young stepmother, who is pregnant. Emmy also turns into a whining, complaining, temper-tantrum throwing, highly unpleasant young lady as she tries to deal with her grief and her fears about her own medical condition. In one scene Emmy, age thirteen, throws all of her stepmother’s dishes on the floor in an orgy of anger. I didn’t like Emmy Price very much, but I did understand why she was such a nightmare teen. I remember growing up with a good friend whose brother had a serious heart condition. I understood why my friend’s little brother was such a spoiled brat, but that didn’t make him any more pleasant to be around.

In Dragon Wishes Alex and Isa have come from Oklahoma to live with their Uncle Norbert and Aunt Ling in San Francisco after the tragic death of their parents. Alex, short for Alexandra, is a little bit younger than Emmy Price, but she has almost as much grief and loss and fear to carry on her eleven year old shoulders as Emmy does at thirteen. And Alex is a more interesting character than Emmy. Alex tries various ways to deal with her grief and her new living situation, and although some of the ways don’t work too well, Alex feels like a stronger character than Emmy. Alex does become angry when her aunt seems to neglect Alex and Isa in favor of her job, but she doesn’t take it out on the dishes.

There’s a mystical element to Dragon Wishes as Alex’s aunt tries to help her by telling her the Chinese folk tale of Shin Wa and the dragons. I’ll have to admit that I didn’t totally understand the point of the episodes of the Chinese dragon tale interspersed throughout the book, but the story is a focal point for Alex to find meaning as she mourns her parents and makes a new life in a new place.

I thought all of these books were worthwhile and well-written, but I did get tired of Emerson Price long before she got tired of feeling sorry for herself. Alex Rohre of Dragon Wishes makes better choices, even when they’re wrong choices. And Josh and Owen are sympathetic characters who attempt to deal with the overwhelming loss in their young lives as well as they can. I’d recommend all four books, but maybe reading them all one after the other is a little too much death and grieving for one week.

Semicolon’s 12 Best Posts and Articles Linked in 2009

I went out to buy a skirt by Jennifer at Conversion Diary. I am in complete agreement with Ms. Jennifer: shopping is the trauma.

Pseudogamy 101: We engage in a convoluted and expensive pretense, complete with band and wedding cake and ring and honeymoon in Cancun, when all along we are saying, in part, “I am for myself, and for this person here only insofar as this person is for me,” rather than, “I now belong to my spouse, and in my belonging to my spouse I will become myself, because it is only in giving that we receive, and only in binding ourselves to the gift that we are set free.”

Pseudogamy 102. On Edmund Spencer’s Epithalmion: “In the bed where he and his bride make love, we are made to understand that something may happen for which all the cosmos, all that grand wild extravagant order of stars and planets and night and day, is but the preparation or the stage, and in comparison with which all the cosmos that is not human is but dust. They may beget a child. Indeed they pray that it be so.”

Lunch Bag Art: a lunch bag a day, artistically rendered.

Warning! Eating books could seriously damage your health! (Duh!)

The Original Octamom: Is Eight Enough? “I don’t have the answers to all things reproduction. I do think we need to quit thinking in terms of ‘what can I handle’ and think instead ‘how can I be stretched.’ We tend to make decisions in this arena based in fear, not in faith…and then that is no real decision based in the Lord at all.”

The Competing Narratives of Barry and Sarah by Jack Cashill in The American Thinker.

Don’t Miss the Joy by Matt Anderson in WORLD Magazine. “The Psalmist had it right. Children are a reward and a joy, not a “carbon footprint” to be avoided.”

A Century of Thursdays: Allen Barra on G.K.Chesterton in The Wall Street Journal: GKC “would be amused to find that he has served as an icon to writers as diverse as William F. Buckley Jr., Garry Wills, C.S. Lewis and graphic novelist Neil Gaiman.”

How Fiction can Powerfully Inform the Practical Application of Truth, Part Two” or “The Post I Do Not Want to Write by Jeanne Damoff at The Master’s Artist: “God is good in what He forbids. That is what the church should be saying. That is what I should be saying. But apparently we don’t believe it.”
My response to Ms. Damoff’s thoughts on Perelandra and the Christian life.

What Do Stephen King and Jerry Jenkins Have in Common? An interview by Jessica Strawser in Writer’s Digest.

My Ten Dollars by BIlly Coffey, the source of my $10 Challenge. “I had kept the ten dollar bill in my pocket for a week or so, set apart from the gas and grocery money for one purpose only—I was going to bless someone with it. I was going to lighten a load, brighten a face, and do my part to spread some Christmas cheer.”

Inspired by . . . Book-Loving Books

I’m seeing lots of novels for adults and children that have been inspired by or at least informed by classics and childhood favorites. The Jane Austen spinoffs are ubiquitous. Daphne du Maurier and Josephine Tey are each featured as detectives in their own recent mystery series. And this year’s children’s fiction authors are also being influenced by and paying homage to their favorite books and authors of the past.

Laurel Snyder’s Any Which Wall obviously draws on Edward Eager (Half Magic, Knight’s Castle, etc.), even though Mr. Eager’s books are barely mentioned in the book. In fact, Ms. Snyder says in a book blurb at her website, “This tribute to Edward Eager follows four kids on a magical summer journey that includes pirates, wizards, dastardly villains, and just about everything else that Common Magic can summon up.”

When You Reach Me by Rebeccca Stead is heavily influenced by Madeleine L’Engle’s A Wrinkle in Time right down to the the time wrinkles, or tessaracts, themselves. The main character, Miranda, carries around a tattered copy of A Wrinkle in Time and reads and rereads it as almost a sort of talisman. In Road to Tater Hill by Edith Hemingway Annabel reads the same book, A Wrinkle in Time, in nearly the same obsessive way, although the stroy’s plot doesn’t owe as much to Wrinkle as does When You Reach Me.

And in Callie’s Rules by Naomi Zucker, Callie identifies strongly with Jane Eyre. She rereads Jane Eyre instead of the book assigned by her English teacher. Callie searches Jane Eyre for clues to resolving her middle school problems. Callie’s Rules, in fact, reminds me strongly of my favorite Jane Eyre quotation:

“Laws and principles are not for the times when there is no temptation: they are for such moments as this, when body and soul rise in mutiny against their rigor; stringent are they; inviolate they shall be.”

The poverty-stricken family in Also Known As Harper by Ann Haywood Leal fixates on To Kill a Mockingbird, and Atticus Finch in particular, to feed their fantasies of a better life.

The Mother-Daughter Book Club series by Heather Vogel Frederick is obviously and quite intentionally channeling classic children’s books. The first book in the series was The Mother-Daughter Book Club, about a group of four sixth grade girls and their mothers who form a book club and read Little Women. In the second book, the girls are now in seventh grade and reading Anne of Green Gables, hence the title Much Ado About Anne. And in the third book of the series, the one I read for the Cybils judging, girls and moms are bonding over Jean Webster’s classic Daddy Long-Legs. This third book, Dear Pen Pal, covers the girls in their eighth grade year, and although the characters tend toward stereotypes (The Soccer Jock, The Fashion Queen, the Boy Crazy Popularity Seeker, the Natural Farm Girl, the Reader), I’m considering it for the book club I’m leading in the spring for some intermediate age girls at our homeschool co-op.

And now I read that Hilary Mckay (she of the wonderful Casson family books) has written a sequel to Frances Hodgson Burnett’s A Little Princess. It’s not about Sara Crewe, but rather about her friends left behind in Mrs. Minchin’s Boarding School.

Semicolon review of Any Which Wall by Laurel Snyder and When You Reach Me by Rebecca Stead.
Semicolon review of Road to Tater Hill.
Semicolon post on Jane Eyre.
Semicolon review of Callie’s Rules.
Semicolon review of Also Known as Harper by Ann Haywood Leal.

Semicolon’s 12 Books I Have on Hand and Ready to Read

Most of these I got for Christmas, and I am going to have a great time reading them in January:

Read for the Heart: Whole Books for Wholehearted Families by Sarah Clarkson. I’ve known of Sally Clarkson and her ministry to families and especially to homeschooling moms for a long time, and now her daughter is all grown-up and writing books of her own.

The Whole Five Feet: What the Great Books Taught Me About Life, Death and Pretty Much Everything Else by Christopher R. Beha. Christmas gift from my wonderful Engineer Husband. It’s another books about books, which is about as bookily nerdish as a reader can get. New York Times Book Review.

Slouching Toward Bethlehem by Joan Didion. Christmas gift from my lovely Eldest Daughter, the one who has impeccable taste and instincts for great literature. (Although I’m still not a Walker Percy fan.) I’ve been planning to read some essays by Ms. Didion for quite a while, and now is the time.

Sometimes a Light Surprises by Jamie Langston Turner. I asked for this novel, the latest by Christian fiction author Jamie Langston Turner, and my generous Drama Daughter obliged. Ms. Turner writes novels of surprising depth and interest, and I’m looking forward to reading this one. Recommended by Barbara at Stray Thoughts.

Auralia’s Colors by Jeffrey Overstreet. Another pick from my list of requests that Drama Daughter bought for me. This fantasy novel came out from Waterbrook Press in 2007, and it was a finalist in the Christy Awards for Christian Fiction, Visionary Fiction category, losing to Stephen Lawhead’s Scarlett. It already has a sequel, Cyndere’s Midnight, which I will ask for next if this one is as good as I think it will be. Originally recommended to me by Julie, The Happy Catholic.

An Expert in Murder by Nicola Upson. Another Christmas gift. I love Josephine Tey’s mysteries, and I’ve been looking forward to reading Ms. Upson’s novel featuring a fictionalized Tey as the detective in her own murder mystery.

At Large and At Small: Familiar Essays by Anne Fadiman. Eldest Daughter again. I think she wants me to read more nonfiction, particularly essays, and I’m happy to go there with Ms. Fadiman, who also wrote Ex Libris: Confessions of a Common Reader, a book I enjoyed reading a couple of years ago.

Walking on Water: Reflections on Faith and Art by Madeleine L’Engle. I think I’ve already read much of the materila in this book, if not the entire book. However, I’m happy to have my own copy now and to be able to read and re-read Ms. L’Engle’s insights into faith and the creative process.

Culture Making: Recovering our Creative Process by Andy Crouch. Another book about creativity, art, and the Christian life. I bought this one on Carrie’s (Reading to Know) recommendation.

Voices of the Faithful, Book 2: Inspiring Stories of Courage from Christians Serving Around the World. Compiled by
Kim P. Davis. This series was created and Book 1 was compiled by Beth Moore. It’s really an almanac/devotional book of modern-day missionary stories. I’m not planning to read straight through the book, but I do want to start reading the stories, maybe aloud to the family. And I am supposed to review the book for Thomas Nelson Publishers, so you’ll be hearing waht I think of it here on the blog.

Greenmantle by John Buchan. I bought this book at the used bookstore a couple of months ago. The blurb says, “Richard Hannay, hero of The Thirty-Nine Steps, travels across war-torn Europe in search of a German plot and an Islamic Messiah. . . . Classic espionage adventure.”

Lewis Agonistes: How C.S. Lewis Can Train Us to Wrestle with the Modern and Postmodern World. by Louis Markos. Engineer Husband got this title for Christmas, but I’m hoping he’ll let me borrow it and read it, too.

So there you have it: 12 books I already have on deck and ready to read as soon as I finish my work with the Cybils Middle Grade Fiction panel of judges. I have plans to share 12 more lists with you this week and next–sort of my 12 Days of Christmas gift posts. And I’ll be writing a lot about the Cybils as the year and the preliminary judging wind down. The Cybils shortlists will be announced on New Year’s Day.

Stay tuned.

The Homeschool Liberation League by Lucy Frank

The first day of eighth grade I took the bus to school, walked through the door, turned around, and went home.

From that great beginning line to the kiss at the end, Lucy Frank’s “tribute to the range of learning possibilities available to kids today” is a delight and a keeper. It’s not pro- nor anti-homeschool or public school. It’s not predictable. The main character, Katya, wants to be liberated from the mind-numbing frustration that is Martin Van Buren Middle School. However, later on in the book, Katya’s new homeschooled boyfriend, Milo, is just as desperate to be liberated from the clutches of his controlling, career-conscious dad. And some of Katya’s public school friends can’t understand why she would want to leave school to stay home all day. Others can understand, but don’t want any such education for themselves. Another of Katya’s homeschooled friends enrolls in a private school that’s just right for her.

It’s not about one-size-fits-all. Which is exactly my educational philosophy, I think. This year I have one child enrolled in a special public high school that meets at the local junior college where the students take traditional high school classes along with dual credit college classes. Another child, Betsy Bee, begged me to enroll in her in a public school virtual academy that uses the K12 curriculum, so she’s learning at home, but enrolled in public school. My senior in high school is taking dual credit classes at the junior college and working and preparing to go away to college in the fall of 2010. Then, I have two children, Karate Kid and Z-Baby, who are at home, doing traditional homeschool, whatever that is.

It’s all about choices and trying to fit the educational opportunities to the student. And that’s what I like about Ms. Frank’s little book. She does manage to work some homeschool philosophy into the story (Milo’s dad is particularly articulate on the subject of listening to your children and finding your own educational style although he can’t seem to make that work with Milo), but it’s not preachy or one-sided. The Homeschool Liberation League also takes a few jabs at the problems and idiocies associated with institutional learning, but it’s just as quick to poke fun at pretentious homeschoolers and their “free school” private school counterparts.

And Ms. Frank tells a good story, one that kept me guessing as to what would happen to Katya and to Milo and to their crazy but lovable families. I recommend this one for ages 12 and up; there’s some tame romance stuff, but most of the story is about Katya and her educational adventures. I really enjoyed it.

Review Round-up:
Lazy Gal: “I’m usually not one to be pro-constructivist education (I’m firmly in the ‘you need a good solid background before you Follow Your Bliss’ camp) but this book captures what’s right about homeschooling.”

Jean Little Library: “Finally. Finally!! A story involving homeschoolers who are not members of a cult. Ex-members of a cult. Raised by ex-hippies. Raised by nouveau hippies. Complete social outcasts with no social skills whatsoever. And….it’s a GOOD story on top of that!”

I couldn’t find any other blog reviews. If you’ve read and reviewed this book, please leave me a note, and I’ll link.

If the Witness Lied by Caroline B. Cooney

Why does the teaser on the back of this book give away key plot developments? Because this YA thriller is suspenseful and fun to read. It doesn’t need a quoted passage from the next-to-the-last chapter printed on the back cover and spoiling the surprises. Bad move on the part of whoever designed the cover.

So don’t read the back cover, but do read the book. Caroline Cooney specializes in Young Adult mystery/thrillers. Her books contain low to nonexistent blood, sex, and gore, lots of tension and excitement, intriguing family dynamics, and good, believable characters. If the Witness Lied has all of the above, and in addition there are some thought-provoking discussions of religion, God, and ethics that I thought were well integrated into the story and not didactic at all.

First lines: “The good thing about Friday is—it’s not Thursday. Jack Fountain lived through Thursday, and nothing bad happened: no cameras, no microphones.”

As the story unfolds we learn that Jack has good reason to fear microphones and cameras and the particular Thursday in question, the anniversary of his dad’s birthday. Jack has two sisters, and they, too, are media-shy and not sure what to do about their dad’s birthday. The remainder of If the Witness Lied tells why.

Blog reviews:
Sarah at The Reading Zone:If the Witness Lied is a thriller through and through! I started the book on Friday afternoon and didn’t put it down until I finished it on Friday night. What a thrilling read! At times, I felt like I was reading a newspaper article because it felt so realistic. Certain touches, like the introduction of a sleazy reality show producer, make this book stand out.”

Reading Junky’s Reading Roost: “Could it be that the one witness of the horrible event may have lied? Could that witness actually be a murderer, and how can three teens and one toddler prove it?”

Liz at A Chair, a Fireplace, and a Tea Cozy: “While on the surface an attack on reality TV and those who see themselves as only existing via television, this is actually a heartbreaking look at grief and the destruction of a family.”

More Christmas-y Links

Why do we celebrate Christmas on December 25th? According to Biblical Archaeology Review, it probably has nothing at all to do with Saturnalia or any other pagan holidays.

On Mermaids and Witches: Fairy Tales and the Gospel by Karen Anderson. “I hadn’t thought too much about what these fairy tales really had to do with Christmas, but I knew there was a reason why Christmastime is when The Nutcracker is danced and magic is so effortlessly embraced. It all seems as appropriate as baking cookies. But in addition to the scholars who like fairy tales for all the wrong reasons, I have also met serious Christians who think that the magic is a cheap substitute for real faith and don’t trust the stories at all.”

Why I don’t Participate in the Christmas Wars by Chaplain Mike. “Christ’s dominion is such that pagan holidays have been gutted of their original meaning and filled with the things of Christ. So much so that the original pagan meanings have all but disappeared from our culture, and would be entirely forgotten, except for a handful of atheists who desperately try to use their origins in a pathetic attempt to delegitimize the holiday.”

All three of these articles have the same theme: Jesus is Lord. He comes in and takes over, and neither life nor death, neither angels nor demons, neither “Happy Holidays” nor “Festivus for the Rest of Us,” neither the present nor the future nor any powers, neither fairy tales nor magic, nor anything else in all creation will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord, the love that came down at Christmas.

Addendum:
Two free Christmas songs from Red Mountain Music

What St. Nicholas Actually (Probably) Looked Like.

Christmas at the Reform Club, London, England, 1872

A great crowd was collected in Pall Mall and the neighbouring streets on Saturday evening; it seemed like a multitude of brokers permanently established around the Reform Club. Circulation was impeded, and everywhere disputes, discussions, and financial transactions were going on. The police had great difficulty in keeping back the crowd, and as the hour when Phileas Fogg was due approached, the excitement rose to its highest pitch.
The five antagonists of Phileas Fogg had met in the great saloon of the club. John Sullivan and Samuel Fallentin, the bankers, Andrew Stuart, the engineer, Gauthier Ralph, the director of the Bank of England, and Thomas Flanagan, the brewer, one and all waited anxiously.

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The players took up their cards, but could not keep their eyes off the clock. Certainly, however secure they felt, minutes had never seemed so long to them!
“Seventeen minutes to nine,” said Thomas Flanagan, as he cut the cards which Ralph handed to him.
Then there was a moment of silence. The great saloon was perfectly quiet; but the murmurs of the crowd outside were heard, with now and then a shrill cry. The pendulum beat the seconds, which each player eagerly counted, as he listened, with mathematical regularity.
“Sixteen minutes to nine!” said John Sullivan, in a voice which betrayed his emotion.
One minute more, and the wager would be won. Andrew Stuart and his partners suspended their game. They left their cards, and counted the
seconds.
At the fortieth second, nothing. At the fiftieth, still nothing.
At the fifty-fifth, a loud cry was heard in the street, followed by applause, hurrahs, and some fierce growls.
The players rose from their seats.
At the fifty-seventh second the door of the saloon opened; and the pendulum had not beat the sixtieth second when Phileas Fogg appeared, followed by an excited crowd who had forced their way through the club doors, and in his calm voice, said, “Here I am, gentlemen!”
~Around the World in Eighty Days by Jules Verne

Phileas Fogg was due to make his appearance at the Reform Club in London on December 21, 1872 at a quarter before nine in the evening. That he made his trip around the world within the stipulated eighty days and collected on his bet with the gentlemen of the Reform Club was the result of a mistake and of true love. Phileas Fogg ended up “the happiest of men.”

“Truly, would you not for less than that make the tour around the world?”