🎄A classic Christian story written in 1940 and published in 1941, set primarily in the Philadelphia area. Pearl Harbor has not yet been bombed so the war is not mentioned in this book. It’s got a Christmas theme. The story of the baby born in Bethlehem is mixed in with Santa Claus, presents, Handel’s Messiah, and Christmas decorations.🎄
The author writes about the lights outside, on homes, trees, along the street — red and green Christmas lights. I think that invention was still a novelty, especially for an older author born in 1865. In her earlier books, she called them “colored electrics” but that designation seems to have faded.
I liked this descriptive metaphor of snowflakes and Christmas lights, as viewed from a train : The flakes were larger now, and whiter, giving a decided whiteness to the atmosphere. The next small town that hurried into view ahead showed up a merry string of lights along the business street. They brought out the whirling flakes in giddy relief, as if flakes and lights were in league for the holiday season, bound to make the most of their powers.
The romance is more credible than some others this author has created. The hero Charlie Cameron is an independent young businessman who invented something that the military might find useful, but we aren’t told what it is. I liked how he completely ignored his bossy, manipulative and managing elder sisters. The heroine is an orphan with enough spunk to leave her mean-spirited cousin and strike out alone with only a few dollars. The two spend enough meaningful time together to actually fall in love, believably.
Animal furs were commonly worn, back then. The rich competition wears a mink coat. Astra, the heroine, wears a gray squirrel coat and hat:
It was a simple little dress of soft heavenly blue that matched her eyes and brought out gold tints in her hair, brought also a faint pink tinge to her cheeks. This and her gray squirrel coat made a lovely combination. And there was a small hat with a band of squirrel curling about the crown like a feather. She looked very nice in it, and her cheeks were rosy with pleasant anticipation.
I liked the descriptions of the train, chugging through the snow from “the west” (from Chicago, LOL!). The train has an interesting arrangement of sleeping berths, for extra cost:
She was glad to arrive quietly where most of the berths were made up, a long aisle of drawn curtains, the people behind them asleep. She found in her own section was a lower berth made up, the upper not even let down. She had a passing gratitude for the thoughtfulness of the young man who had ordered it.
Characters are varied. A kind porter on the train. Three young children, alone on Christmas Day. There’s also an interfering sister, a kind old lawyer, a drunken cook, a nasty cousin, a few criminals, a devious uncle....
The storyline includes scriptures and some discussions about faith, but the evangelizing doesn’t overwhelm the story completely, as is sometimes the case with this author. However, I did NOT agree with how Astra began her storytelling of Bethlehem. Little children ages 2, 5, and 7 do not understand sin, death, punishment and condemnation. Also, when rebuking the kids for rudeness to the intrusive visitor, I felt Astra used religion as her weapon, depicting God as judging. These are young children. The author lost a point for this reason.
This holiday read has the feeling of a sentimental walk through history. It’s not compelling or even very memorable, because the plot is somewhat glossed over, but it is historically interesting and mostly pleasant.