The year is 1946, a year after the end of World War II.
The place is Brooklyn - the poor side, the tough side: Brownsville.
The time is Christmas Eve. The Christmas tree sellers have turned off their lights and gone home. The lots are empty, except for a few forlorn trees that nobody wanted.
An eleven-year-old boy is sent out to pick through those trees and bring one back to the apartment where his Nanny raised him since infancy.
What follows is part fable, part remembrance, part miracle.
It's a story of family values - even if "family" means a boy and his grandmother; a story of hope in hard times and great happiness growing from small things; a story of youth and age, rejuvenation and rebirth. It is a story of things that are not supposed to happen, but do. That's part of the miracle.
Above all, it's a love story - of a special kind that is the other part of the miracle.
©2007 Thomas P. McCann (P)2007 Thomas P. McCann
I believe this story will be understood as sweet and sad by a young generation, yet sweet, nostalgic and profound by an older generation. As we grow older we grow more sentimental and feel not only the joy we experienced in past decades but also the pain and nostalgia of those decades being gone forever.
This story, on the surface level, is touching and magical, in such a way that it makes one believe in Christmas magic all over again.
On a deeper level, the story and the reader's tone of voice, grab onto the nostalgia and force the listener to reminisce on their own past decades and think of all those special people and moments in their life. It hurts and it makes one smile in their heart at the same time.
A magical telling!
I love a quaint Christmas book. This one is short, but well done and quite enjoyable. I will read again in holidays to come.
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