Once upon a time, there was a little girl who loved books. She loved them so much she practically gobbled up each one she held in her hands. Her Mama took her to the library, and she still remembers signing for her first library card. She would choose a half-dozen or more books and bring them home, laying them all out open to the blurb–which she had already read before selecting each one–and reread each summary. Sitting there on the gold carpet in the open doorway to her bedroom, she’d make the difficult choice of which one to read first.
It was only natural that she work in a library, I suppose, which she did. The same one where she got her first card–she worked there all through high school. Books helped pay her way through college, I guess you could say. The girl loved the smell of books and the feel of them and the way they lined up so neatly, alphabetized by author or organized according to the Dewey decimal system. A world where everything made sense and words were magical, bringing stories and people and worlds to life.
The little girl, who wasn’t so little anymore, had always loved writing stories. And she dreamed big. She hoped that one day, maybe just maybe, crossing her fingers for luck and wishing on every star–that one day her name could be on the cover of a book.
As the years went by the girl was busy with life and stuff, and though she still loved books and read as much as time allowed, the girl wandered away from her pen and paper for a while–until one day when the sadness was overwhelming, she heard in her heart her Mama, whom she loved and missed so much, saying, “Write your stories. Tell it all with your words.”
And being the girl who always (umm, well, no)–mostly tried to do what her Mama said, she sat down that very day to write the stories in her heart. The ones that made her laugh, the ones from growing up, and the ones that made her cry. All of them. And with the encouragement and love of her dear friends and family, she kept on writing.
Then one day her Fairy Godmother came along sharing delicious fried bologna sandwiches and said, “There will be a book published, filled with Christmas stories. You should think about writing something and send it along to see what will happen.” And with a wink and nod and a promise to come back when it was spring planting time, she left, reminding the girl to be mindful of the deadline. After the clock struck twelve, all chances would be lost.
So the girl went to see the Queen, who was gathering the stories, and she was welcomed in and encouraged. The girl knew just what story to share.
On an afternoon filled with light, sitting in her Nest, looking out at the birds and the trees, the girl wrote her story. As she typed the last words, her heart was full. Oh, the precious memories attached to one little 4 by 6 card! Delicious ones too–her heart was light because her spirit was filled with the joy of sharing a sweet memory.
Before the clock struck twelve, the girl hit “attach” and “send,” and all was good. The kind Queen nodded and said yes!
And now, the girl awaits the clock striking midnight on December 1. For on December 2, the book will be available for all to read. Stories, poems, and recipes from 31 different writers all together in a cozy read–“A Cup of Christmas.” It is an e-book, easily sent to wish all a merry Christmas and happy holiday season. And it’s the beginning of the girl’s dreams coming true!
Y’all, the above fairy tale is a true story. I am thrilled to be one of the 31 writers who contributed to “A Cup of Christmas,” conceived and put together by the lovely Barbara Barth–the Queen of making dreams come true. I appreciate her allowing me to be a part of this great book. I am also thankful to my Fairy Godmother, Renea Winchester, who is one of my favorite authors, and who also has a story in the book. Talk about exceeding one’s wildest dreams–my Aub was so excited for me, she didn’t even bother to spellcheck her text message! (oh wait, am I the only one who does that?)
So beginning December 2, please go to Amazon and download the book. Tell your friends. Send copies as gifts, and check–just like that–your Christmas card list is DONE. (You’re welcome, but it was really Ms. Barth’s idea. You can visit her and thank her here.)
After a couple of days, the price will be $1.99. Don’t despair though–all proceeds from the book will go to First Book. From their website:
“First Book is determined to see that all children, regardless of their economic conditions, can achieve more in school and in life through access to an ongoing supply of new books.
With the help of our partners, donors and dedicated volunteers we have provided more than 120 million new books to schools and programs serving children in need. Yet millions of children are still waiting for our help.
Together we can make a difference in children’s lives. Together we can provide new books and critical resources that elevate the quality of education for children in low-income families.”
I just know my Mama is smiling right now, as children and books and children’s books were her most favorite things in the whole wide world. Maybe THIS is why she told me to start writing my stories.
I wouldn’t be at all surprised.
Thank you all for reading and sharing my stories. It would mean a lot if you could make the time to read one more–the one in “A Cup of Christmas,” along with all the other wonderful stories and poems. I can’t wait to read them all myself.
And now, before I go–
A hint about my story.
It includes all of these things–
Love and happy reading to all.
Updated: The book is available now! http://www.amazon.com/Cup-Christmas-Kimberly-Brock-ebook/dp/B00QB6F35E/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1417496246&sr=8-1&keywords=a+cup+of+christmas