I enjoyed this anthology of Christmas stories even better than the first volume in this series. It's a gift from a friend, I read the first volume last Christmas, and this Christmas, I've read this one.
They are, of course, sentimental short stories, but some are well done, and I wasn't already familiar with any of them, as I had with the first volume.
Some of these I would read again, which means I would rate this between a 4 and a 5.
I loved "Jolly Miss Enderby," showing that even cheerful people who bring others joy can suffer loneliness. I've known a few Miss Enderbys, I think. And I would love to invite them over for Christmas, but we are usually with family, here or there, and it is not my place to invite, or to add another person to the table, as it's not my table, so to speak. It is an idea to remember for my own older years, though, when my table is more my own.
I also loved "Roses in December." I had that happen to me this year on a much smaller scale. Someone else gave a gift and intentionally said it was from me. It wasn't, or not exactly, and I was astonished when the recipient wrote me a glowing thank you. I should, in all honesty, have probably thought to remember their struggles this Christmas and given a gift, but I hadn't. I know who the real giver was, too, because she confessed to me, in case I should receive any thanks - but had confessed after I'd already received the thanks. It was a grown woman, not a teen prankster.
Anyway, I faced the dilemma of whether or not to keep the secret and accept the thanks that were not truly due me. In the end, I made some vague statement that neither enlightened the recipient of the true giver nor refused the reflected kindness back to me. Sham though the scheme was. I don't really want the recipient to think I'm a better person than I am, but I also don't want to hurt her feelings into thinking I didn't think as much of her as she thought I had. I don't know what else to do about it, and so there the matter rests.
"Roses in December" also reminds me of some artwork I've seen in a museum, of a woman cutting roses in a frost. It had mesmerized me.
I liked "Red Mittens," and I have done that as well - given a gift to a cranky neighbor. But, it was probably more due to a dare, or sorts, than any innate kindness.
I liked how the troublemakers were tamed with kindness in "A Christmas Ballad for the Captain."
"The Tiny Foot" spoke eloquently against destroying unborn life for the sake of deformity, as the dr was tempted to do, showing that even those less than perfect people can be happy and follow dreams.
That scenario is also perhaps closer to my heart than it should be. We had one baby die of a genetic disorder and the drs wanted to test the next baby prenatally, with an eye to abortion in the event of a similar genetic disorder. But we refused the testing, as we would not have aborted no matter the results.
On the back of the book, the NY Times listed what elements mades a good Christmas story. I thought it was funny, particularly the requirement that "It should involve a dying child." And not all these stories involve dying children, although a couple did. Other common elements are financial difficulties, suddenly adopted children and sudden romances.
Perhaps the rest of the list would describe those Hallmark Christmas stories:
* It should have meaning.
* It should include a dying child.
* It should make readers cry.
* Any promise is possible.
* It should be short enough to read in one sitting.
* Most important, it should tell a story.