Books with title Country Angel Christmas

She stooped once more to pick up something which had fallen out when the cover was jarred open. It was a pink papier-mâché angel, such as are often hung from the top of Christmas trees as a crowning symbol. Norah stood holding it between thumb and finger, staring amazedly. Who would think to find such a bit of frivolity in the house of Miss Terry! The Christmas Angel is a stirring reminder of what really matters at Christmas and throughout the year.

Excerpt from The Christmas AngelAsiftoberid sheshuther mouth tight, evenas she shut Jack back into his box.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

Melissa is a young girl who moves with her family to Oregon via The Oregon Trail. She has been allowed to bring one prized possession and she struggles to see that the porcelain angel that has topped the family Christmas tree makes the journey safely. 32 pages, 16 illustrations. This adventure on the Oregon Trail has added educational tools including a map, lists of supplies, info on the trail, links to sites and games about the Oregon trail. Five extra pages of activities.

*** Christmas Romance Best Seller Novel FREE with Kindle Unlimited******A heartwarming clean romance new releases 2019 and one of Morris Fenris’ best Christmas fiction books ***This amazing inspirational romance suspense novel is brought to you by your favorite author as a sweet and exciting read that will surprise and entertain you. You will love this awesome holiday romance read because the story is written by a bestselling author with you in mind.An inspiring sweet romance Kindle Unlimited novel that will warm your heart and your soul.You will not want to put this book down as you read beautifully written compelling paragraphs full of love and kindness and engaging characters. This story is bound to delight.Christmas Angel Joy (Three Christmas Angels Series Book 1)Joy, Hope and Charity are attending the Guardian Angel School in Heaven. Joy is in her second year of training as a guardian angel. Last year was a failure, but she’s been given a second chance to help her charge—an eight-year-old boy named Sam. Her task is to help Sam have the best Christmas ever. But when she discovers his only wish is for his mother to find happiness and not be lonely anymore, Joy realizes she has her work cut out for her.Melissa and Sam have been alone for the last five years. As the organizer of a big city Christmas festival, Melissa has dedicated her time and energy to making Christmas special for others. While the attendees of the festival appreciate her efforts, the wheels of local government only see the money it costs and have been looking for a way to cancel the annual event.One disaster after another seems to be an indication to Melissa that the festival is doomed to failure, but then she meets Jarod. He appears to be the answer to missing Christmas trees, but that’s not the only impact he will have on her and her son’s lives.Melissa has convinced herself that being alone is what is best for both her and Sam. With Jarod’s arrival, she’s shown a vivid dose of reality that Sam needs more than she can provide. He needs an adult male role model. She’s also shown that she needs more than Sam in her life, but fear of rejection and heartache make her cautious. Can she take the risk of having her heart broke again to find true love?Jarod wants her to take that leap. With him. He’s watched his siblings find their happily ever after, but he’s been in no hurry. Until now. He doesn’t want to lose Melissa or Sam and, although things are moving fast, he does his best to convince Melissa that their futures are together.Will Melissa be able to conquer her fear of the unknown and take what Jarod is offering her? A place to belong. A family and a love like no other.Joy is tasked with helping Sam with his Christmas wish, but she has to abide by the angel code of ethics. She wants to help Melissa and Jarod find true love, but can true love be forced, or does it just happen?“What a wonderful way to start the Christmas Season......” Kindle Customer“This was a great read! It had suspense, clean romance and Christmas miracles, who could ask for anything more!” Kindle Customer***Scroll up and grab your copy now for FREE with Kindle Unlimited***Three Christmas Angels Series order.It is best to read the books in order.Book 1: Christmas Angel JoyBook 2: Christmas Angel HopeBook 3: Christmas Angel CharityCheck out Morris Fenris’ author page for all his books.

Excerpt:CHAPTER ITHE PLAY BOXAt the sound of footsteps along the hall Miss Terry looked up from the letter which she was reading for the sixth time. "Of course I would not see him," she said, pursing her lips into a hard line. "Certainly not!"A bump on the library door, as from an opposing knee, did duty for a knock."Bring the box in here, Norah," said Miss Terry, holding open the door for her servant, who was gasping under the weight of a packing-case. "Set it down on the rug by the fire-place. I am going to look it over and burn up the rubbish this evening."She glanced once more at the letter in her hand, then with a sniff tossed it upon the fire."Yes'm," said Norah, as she set down the box with a thump. She stooped once more to pick up something which had fallen out when the cover was jarred open. It was a pink papier-mâché angel, such as are often hung from the top of Christmas trees as a crowning symbol. Norah stood holding it between thumb and finger, staring amazedly. Who would think to find such a bit of frivolity in the house of Miss Terry!Her mistress looked up from the fire, where the bit of writing was writhing painfully, and caught the expression of Norah's face."What have you there?" she asked, frowning, as she took the object into her own hands. "The Christmas Angel!" she exclaimed under her breath. "I had quite forgotten it." Then as if it burned her fingers she thrust the little image back into the box and turned to Norah brusquely. "There, that's all. You can go now, Norah," she said."Yes'm," answered the maid. She hesitated. "If you please'm, it's Christmas Eve.""Well, I believe so," snapped Miss Terry, who seemed to be in a particularly bad humor this evening. "What do you want?"Norah flushed; but she was hardened to her mistress's manner. "Only to ask if I may go out for a little while to see the decorations and hear the singing.""Decorations? Singing? Fiddlestick!" retorted Miss Terry, poker in hand. "What decorations? What singing?""Why, all the windows along the street are full of candles," answered Norah; "rows of candles in every house, to light the Christ Child on his way when he comes through the city to-night.""Fiddlestick!" again snarled her mistress."And choir-boys are going about the streets, they say, singing carols in front of the lighted houses," continued Norah enthusiastically. "It must sound so pretty!""They had much better be at home in bed. I believe people are losing their minds!""Please'm, may I go?" asked Norah again.Norah had no puritanic traditions to her account. Moreover she was young and warm and enthusiastic. Sometimes the spell of Miss Terry's sombre house threatened her to the point of desperation. It was so this Christmas Eve; but she made her request with apparent calmness."Yes, go along," assented her mistress ungraciously."Thank you, 'm," said the servant demurely, but with a brightening of her blue eyes. And presently the area door banged behind her quick-retreating footsteps."H'm! Didn't take her long to get ready!" muttered Miss Terry, giving the fire a vicious poke. She was alone in the house, on Christmas Eve, and not a man, woman, or child in the world cared. Well, it was what she wanted. It was of her own doing. If she had wished—She sat back in her chair, with thin, long hands lying along the arms of it, gazing into the fire. A bit of paper there was crumbling into ashes. Alone on Christmas Eve! Even Norah had some relation with the world outside. Was there not a stalwart officer waiting for her on the nearest corner? Even Norah could feel a simple childish pleasure in candles and carols and merriment, and the old, old superstition.