December is here! I hope everyone takes time to enjoy family and friends, seasonal food and get to-gathers. However, the best part is to renew our spirit with the knowledge that the season is all about our savior, Jesus Christ. To usher in the holiday author Lisa Lickel shares an Angel memory and her newest novella.
Lisa Lickel is a Wisconsin author who loves books, collects dragons, and writes inspiring fiction. She also writes short stories, feature articles, and radio theater, and loves to encourage new authors through mentoring, speaking, and leading workshops. Lisa is a member of Women Fiction Writers of America, the Council for Wisconsin Writers, the Chicago Writer’s Association, and vice president/instructor for Novel-In-Progress Bookcamp and Writing Retreat, Inc. She is an avid book reviewer and blogger, and a freelance editor. Find more at LisaLickel.com.
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“Fear not, for behold, I bring you good new of great joy that will be for all the people. For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Savior who is Christ the Lord…. Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace among those with whom he is pleased!” Luke 2:10-14
Angels—beings of fear, prophecy, popular culture, love, Christmas décor. Where do they fit in your life? Are they cute, chubby, winged, or frightening?
Since “Fear not” is a traditional biblical greeting to go with the falling-on-knees and much trembling that goes with their appearance, we can figure whoever decided cute or darling or even precocious probably never encountered one. I blame the Germans.
When I was growing up, my parents decorated heavily for Christmas. The star went on top of our tree. A tin dealie, blue, if I remember, fuzzy cloud stuff with a solemn winged angel glued to the middle. My job was to take down the general tchotchke and replace it with the Christmas tchotchke. I had a favorite decoration I was to handle with care. It wasn’t glass or ceramic, and not even very old. Yep, an angel, eight or nine inches high, paper wings, red velvet dress. Blonde of course. It was before the “fear not” discovery in my Bible reading and I loved her.
Fast forward fifty years. I inherited the grandparental glass ornaments. No angels. During my own raising family years I’d made a plastic canvas angel the first year of our marriage and she’s always announced Jesus’s birth from atop our tree. Also pre-“fear not,” she has wings and a halo in gold metallic threat. I had a collection of Santa tchotchke I faithfully traded out every year. Our move to retirement property has my parents rethinking their possessions. Recently I helped pull boxes of stuff out of storage, things that have been MIA for decades. She was there, in her original box with the origin and date penciled on it. My great-aunt brought the red velvet angel of my childhood back from Germany, origin of modern Christmas tree practice, not long after my birth. She was a little more beat-up than I remember, and smaller, but still blonde and cheery with her most glorious announcement. I brought her to my new house where I plan to replace some decoration or other. She’s not scary in the least, and her news will never change. Maybe that’s why I’ve loved her even before I took that precious news to heart as a believer. That, and the memories of joyous holidays at home. What are your favorite memories of Christmas? What’s at the top of your tree?
Lisa’s latest holiday novelette from Pelican Book Groups is Meow Mistletoe, which introduces the Fancy Cat mystery series. Meow Mayhem releases late January 2019.
In Meow Mistletoe, Ivy Preston has just cause to be wary of men. Her long-time fiancé backed out of their wedding. The slow fizzle of their undramatic relationship leaves her wondering if romance is a myth. Then, Adam, an intriguing new member of her pet organization, catches Ivy’s attention. Unfortunately, his cat Isis, a beautiful purebred Egyptian Mau, prefers to pick on her cat, Memnet. Ivy would like to get to know Adam better, but with her self-esteem in the gutter and feline fights at every turn, she wonders how to proceed.
When Ivy agrees to help a clingy friend find her missing pet, she learns that true love doesn’t need theatrics. There’s hope for Adam and Ivy, if only their cats would approve.
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