I sit here on December 21st, 2014, the Sunday before Christmas. In the past few weeks, I have read and reviewed several Christmas themed books. All of them were somewhat magical, as befitting the genre. All of them dealt with different parts of holiday legends; Claus, Elves, Jack Frost, Magical Snowmen, the DEA, and the realization of hopes and dreams. I figured I had reached my quota of Christmas stories for the year and I could now safely return to military fiction, thrillers, mysteries, and a smattering of sci-fi.
It was Sunday morning, with nothing planned for the day, so I opened my gmail to check on the day's offerings from the many book locating services I subscribe to. In this case, it was BookBub and the genre was Mysteries. Scrolling down the list, I stopped at a cover showing a Red & White bullseye, with a picture of Santa as the center, and the title, "St. Nick", in calligraphic font over the bullseye. Up in the corner, over the Star of Bethlehem, were the words "A Christmas Cop Novel" and I saw the author was Alan Russell. Now, I was familiar with Mr. Russell's work, and have several of his older (from the 1990s) hardcover books on my shelves, but never thought of him writing a Christmas story. I clicked on the cover, to take me to the Kindle store, so I could read the synopsis and glance at the reviews. What the heck, one more Christmas story could not be too much; after all I was not currently editing or even Beta reading for anyone and tomorrow started two weeks of no school for Christmas Break. I am comfortable reading several things at once, so I would start this story, read till it started to drag, then put it aside in favor of something exciting.
Clicked the appropriate button to put this on my Kindle Unlimited account (imagine, a home library with almost 3/4 of a million books on your shelf) and opened it up. I was floored by the dedication: "To the children that Santa couldn't get to". The Table of Contents was a list of my favorite Christmas carols, each chapter a different, significant carol suggesting the theme for that chapter. I remembered that Russell was a good writer, but this story grabbed me by the front of my shirt, shook me around like a Lab with a play toy, and threw me bodily into my recliner where I stayed for the rest of the day until I had finished the book. I am so glad I did not see this story when it came out as a Kindle serial, it would have driven me crazy waiting for each episode. I laughed out loud, I worried about the characters (really great writers can make you do that), and I cried as Nick came to terms with his new job, his past, his sense of duty, but most of all with himself and his future.
This story has everything you need; good guys becoming more than they ever imagined, elves coming to terms with a tragic loss, a "lost" little girl finding that there is hope and joy in the world, very sick children finding happiness even in the cancer ward, people learning to get over their natural mistrust of one another, and to top it off, five pro football offensive linemen, dressed as Santas, delivering presents to "forgotten" children. Oh yes, a promise of "snow" in San Diego, made to a very sick young man. If you have also read your quota of Christmas stories this year, expand it for one more. You will not be sorry, but most of all you will remember what it was like to look up into the night sky, wondering if reindeer really knew how to fly.