Holiday Visions

A Holiday Anthology Don Jacobson is a masterful storyteller whose work shines through well-crafted prose and deep, introspective characterization, both of ODC and everyone else. Holiday Visions really showcases all of this through a variety of short works.
Violet King, Author of Love Potion Mine Love is the Christmas Star
The holiday season holds a thousand different memories. Christmas is not for the future except that what is done this year will be cherished by posterity. Pride and Prejudice's Bennets and Darcys find the strength to gather their families and create new memories for the next generation. In this collection of stories, love shapes the spirit of the season. The tenderness of a poor family sharing their Christmas dinner with their landlord recalls a manger from long ago. A governess's love for her charge leads to the discovery of her own life-love. Letters remind the reader of unfailing devotion. Romance ignites Twelfth Night balls. Love strikes that crystalline note to send all into a memorable future. This is an anthology of Pride and Prejudice variations and is about 40,000 words in length across six stories. The Gamekeeper's Cabin "We could be stranded here for several days," Darcy whispered. Elizabeth looked over her husband's shoulder to see the other couple tête-à-tête. "I see Tomkins is breaking the same news to his wife. "Although, Will, I think 'stranded' implies distress. On the contrary, we are warm and in happy company." The Longbourn Letter Mary had walked through the valley. She had seen the death of innocents and heard the sorrow of the bereaved. Mary had reached out to them to be a conduit for His Goodness. And through that, she discovered the glory in the smile of a child made happy by quiet words or the look of warmth in the rheumy eyes of an old cottager granted the simple courtesy of hot tea in a clean cup. At this very moment, her heart could be no fuller. Twelfth Night at Madras House No Pain. Only the joy in Love's discovery Twelfth Night Proposals Her face, rosy in the room's firelight, was turned down to his. Her eyes slowly opened as she beheld her world. The golden-brown pools glistened with hope and joy. Twelfth Night with Prometheus William was the rock, though, to which Elizabeth had clung. As galvanism had animated Frankenstein's creation, so did Darcy's unwavering love, akin to Volta's energy, raise new life in her battered heart. A Thornhill Christmas Christmas is a thousand different memories, each held dear by those we love-and even those we have never met. Christmas is not for the future except that what we do in this time will be cherished by posterity. Perhaps together, we might find the strength to join our family below and create new memories for the next generation.