I have a brand new book available on Amazon.com.
I put it together rather quickly in order to have it available for sale this Christmas season. It is a little book, containing samples of Christmas letters I have written over the years, intermixed with blog entries from Decembers past. The title of the book is Christmas Found Me!, which pretty much describes what happens to me every year as the holiday season approaches, carrying me along toward the big day searching for the real meaning of Christmas amid all of the commercialism and glitz and glitter of the season. Christmas finds me each year in unusual places, in poignant memories, and in the faces of people I meet and the music that brings me back to the essence of what it is all about.
What I find interesting is how a little girl inspired me, beginning last year with a story I wrote about her in this blog, and then again this year as she sat on the guest room bed, watching me as I wrote and put together my little Christmas book. She never said a word, but sat there smiling and gazing at me with her bright black eyes, content as she could be. Her name is Ann, and she is my Raggedy Ann doll.
Ann was a gift from Santa to me when I was nine months old, my first Christmas. At that time, she was bigger than I was, and was wearing a crisp white apron over a brightly colored print dress and white pantaloons to match her apron. I invite my blog readers to read the story of Ann. https://jennielousdays.wordpress.com/2017/12/21/raggedy-ann-and-christmas/. The years have faded her frock, which she still wears, as well as her cloth face and body. She shows the signs of age, just like me, with scars on her body, thinning hair, and a little saggy-bagginess here and there. But, she is my Ann, and I love her more and more everyday. Her “I Love You” heart underneath her outfit reminds me of what true love is, and I know that she has never stopped loving me and never will.
This past Sunday, Ann went with me to the Monroe-Walton Center for the Arts in Monroe, Georgia, where we now live, for an open house and book signing of my book. She sat proudly on the display table, holding a copy of the book in her little arms, smiling sweetly to everybody who came into the center. She and I both had a wonderful time!
Ann and I have been through a lot in our 70 years together. Sometimes I think she is as real to me today as she was when I was a tiny little girl. I’ve never stopped talking to her and telling her my most private secrets and dreams, and she has never stopped listening. And now, her story is in one of my books. She is a proud little Ann, and I am grateful that she has given me the gift of her story to share.
Oh! How I love my Ann!