Some great novelists hesitate to write a Christmas book. Perhaps they fear it being perceived as a cash grab, or they consider the idea pedestrian because so many authors do holiday stories. But when the right author meets the right idea for a Christmas novel, the results are special, and that's what we get with On Christmas Eve. Leading up to Christmas 1958, eight-year-old Tess McAlister wants to meet the real Santa Claus. Her eleven-year-old sister Evvie isn’t a believer, and neither is Tess's best friend Sarah Benjamin, but Tess has a crucial reason for needing to see Santa.
Thanking him for years of gift-giving feels right, but more important, Sarah's family is in trouble. Her father has cancer, a disease the grownups whisper about in solemn tones. Mr. Benjamin is too immunocompromised to live at home, and as a child, Sarah isn't allowed to pay hospital visits. She spends much of her days with the McAlisters, Tess trying to distract her from Mr. Benjamin’s prognosis. Tess wonders if a solution is right under her nose: she could find a way to see Santa on Christmas Eve, and ask him to spare the life of Sarah's dad. Who is better equipped to deliver a miracle?
Feeling the magic of Christmas stronger than ever this December, Tess is confident she can get an audience with Santa while he delivers presents at her house. In the aftermath of that Christmas Eve encounter, she keeps an eye on Sarah's situation, sure that Santa will deliver Mr. Benjamin from death…but as 1959 wears on and his health declines, Tess fears a storybook ending won’t happen. What will this Christmas be like if tragedy takes its toll?
Many say that ceasing to believe in Santa Claus is essential to growing up. I'm not sure I agree, but life experience changes perceptions of truth. We slowly evolve to accept that the special people in our lives—those with the magic of eloquence, athletic talent, deep wisdom, or tender compassion for you as an individual—are only human, however high the pedestal we set them on. Their magic is real but they aren't larger than life, as our childlike heart assured us they were. Some miracles are beyond their power, but it would be a mistake to discard faith in them entirely. The magic they share with us is a gift to cherish.
On Christmas Eve dabbles in fantasy well beyond the author's usual limits, yet comes across as grounded and realistic, a carol of the heart to soothe those wounded by profound loss. I rate it three and a half stars and I’ll round that to four; this is among the best juvenile Christmas novels I've read. We are blessed to have Ann M. Martin.