Santa Claus in Palestine

by Wasan Abu-Baker

I grew up in a Muslim home in Palestine. My father was a dentist, politician, community leader, and civil rights activist. My mother was a Liberal Arts professor who taught poetry and Arabic language in An Najah University.
When I was a young girl in Palestine, I grew up embracing the three Abrahamic faiths: Islam, Christianity, and Judaism.

Season Memories

by Maria Ruiz

The holiday season starts early for children; Halloween is the unofficial start for a three-year-old. Accompanying their moms, they notice Christmas lights on a tree at the local department store. There are packages—boxes trimmed in gold—and twinkling lights around the doors and windows. Moms may say, “Christmas is still two months away,” but the Santa on his sleigh in the store window calls, “Christmas is coming.”

ARF: A Puppy For Christmas

by Wendy Hunter

I don’t have kids. Yup, it’s true. I don’t know the joys of being a parent. Like celebrating first birthdays, first steps, first words, first day of school, and first Christmas. That glorious time of year when tiny tots stay up late, eagerly awaiting Santa Claus, families gather to ingest more food than humanly possible, and children all over the world utter that magical phrase every mother and father will hear at some point in their lifetime: “Can I get a dog for Christmas?”

Christmas Messages By Gary Hoffman: A Christmas Mystery Short Story

by Gary Hoffman

As Susan was struggling to open her front door, she thought of her Uncle Theodore. He always had some cute little saying or adage from somewhere else. One of them he said came from Germany and translated into English as, "A lazy man will carry himself to death." She was beginning to believe it as she tried to carry three bags of groceries, two more of Christmas presents, and another of wrapping paper and bows, just to save two trips to the car.

The Perfect Gift: A Christmas Mystery Short Story

by Suzanne Berube Rorhus

“Just buy something. Do you have to make everything such a drama?” His wife’s voice, after ten minutes, no, make that twenty-three solid years of lecturing, grated on Timothy’s nerves. He held his head and leaned against the Dillard’s necktie counter in Cordova, Tennessee. It was the Friday after Thanksgiving and the store was packed with bargain-hunting shoppers.

Santa And The Poor Box: Christmas Mystery Short Story

by Gail Farrelly

Two weeks before Christmas, and I’m listening to holiday music from the fifties as I sit paying bills at my computer in the corner of the living room. When “Jingle Bell Rock” comes on, I have to pause for a moment and just enjoy it. That was what I was listening to on this same day a year ago when my 14-year-old daughter asked her forty-something widowed mom for a very special Christmas gift--helping to mount a defense in a case that seemed indefensible.