Christmas Eve at the Backdoor

I went hunting for a quickie read last night and found this one. It took me about half an hour to read and was so sweet! Being given unexpected gifts, this widow isn't one to hog them to herself–instead she shares with other needy folks as well. And the sharing of them could bring the greatest gifts of all.

Two things bothered me. First, it's in the description that the book is set in the Depression era, but the actual text doesn't hold anything to give that impression; it could be anytime in the era when folks still sent “wires” and yet also had cars. So I was thinking of it more 40s-ish through the story until I went back and read the blurb. Second, the uses of “backdoor” as a noun drove my editor's eye a bit batty. I should have known from the title, but I wasn't really paying attention. Probably just me, but having “backdoor” (adjective) substituted for “back door” (noun) about 90% of the time was a big issue for my tired brain. Don't let that keep you from reading this sweet story, though!

Rebekah's Christmas stories are always a reliable read to get you into the Christmas spirit and to get a spoonful of the Warm Fuzzies.