Day Nine: Giveaway with Danielle Thorn

Posted December 9, 2009 by Stormi in Uncategorized / 12 Comments

Fa-La-La Phooey!

In lieu of her non-traditional childhood, my mother tortured us every Christmas in the most inhumane way possible: She made us go caroling. A week before the grand event, the oven would be turned on and run for three straight days. We made cookies until we couldn’t stand the sight of them: Sugar cookies, snickerdoodles, chocolate chip, peanut butter with the criss-crosses, lemon bars, and those little powdered-sugared nuggets with crushed almonds. Heavenly, unless you had to bake them all and scrub the mixing bowls after each round.

Do you actually know anyone who goes caroling during the holidays? I don’t mean to imply socializing with a church group or a service activity with the Junior Beta Club. I mean door-to-door knocking and bellowing to complete strangers who stand uncomfortably while you hold out a plate of treats as a bribe. You can almost see the thoughts pass through their minds: Should I invite them in? Do I have enough hot chocolate? Hey! Isn’t that the kid that egged my car on Halloween?

When I a child, I found the whole scenario to be a grand adventure. In my innocence, I sang unabashedly, handed over the treats with reverence, and was certain I’d turned someone’s miserable holiday into a shining memory. Then puberty hit. Along with my five brothers and sisters, the yearly caroling tradition my mother started became primeval torture. We grumbled from the kitchen to our victim’s driveways, we sang at a whisper, shuffled our feet, and stared heavenward so we didn’t have to see the patronizing smiles over the thresh hold. None of it mattered though, because my mother sang loud enough for all of us. You couldn’t suck the Noel out of her no matter how hard you tried.

These days, since I have passed through childhood, slogged through puberty, and managed to grapple with the joys of mid-life, I remember caroling as some of the best times we shared as a family. The joy it brought me as a child makes me smile. The humiliation of my teenage years makes me laugh. Tradition, I’ve finally learned, is everything.

So each year as the holidays roll around, the ovens in my house run for a week straight. There are sugar cookies, cookie bars, brownies, and gingerbread. My own children help decorate and lick the bowls, and disappear when it’s clean up time. It isn’t exactly a replica of my childhood memories, but it’s close.

Now I confess, those years of caroling scarred me despite their poignant effects. I do not drag my children door to door and sing at the top of my lungs. Instead, we drop off the treats, ring the doorbell and take off running. I call it our “Secret Santa” tradition. My kids thought it was the best adventure ever when they were young. For now, because of age and hormones, they just think it’s embarrassing.

Thanks, Mom!

Author Bio:

The author of two Awe-struck romance novels, Danielle Thorne currently writes from south of Atlanta, Georgia. She is the 2009-2010 Co-Chair for the New Voices Competition for young writers, active with online author groups such as Classic Romance Revival, and moderates for The Sweetest Romance Authors at the Coffee Time Romance boards. Swing by her website at: www.daniellethorne.jimdo.com to find out more about her recent release, TURTLE SOUP.

The Privateer

The reign of piracy is over in the Caribbean, or so it’s believed until diamonds are discovered in Brazil. Despite the cover-up, Captain Julius Bertrand begins to hear whispers. The Spanish guardacostas are dumping log books, and a new French pirate is on the prowl. Distracted by an avaricious woman he could never love, and the beautiful Kate O’Connell who doesn’t need him, he tries to untangle the web of mysterious cargo someone in the New World wants kept secret. When Bertrand’s pirating past returns with the explosive force of a sweeping broadside, he finds he must sacrifice everything his respectable life has brought him, in order to save what matters most.

Danielle Thorn is giving away a copy of her ebook, The Privateer. Contest rules:

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12 responses to “Day Nine: Giveaway with Danielle Thorn

  1. Amy

    Ah, caroling … something that should only be on TV or in movies. The few times I was subjected to it, I hated every minute. Glad you grew up to escape yearly torture. 😉

  2. I really enjoyed your post. I can’t imagine going door to door caroling 🙂 My mother did the same thing with the baking, and I still do the baking, since the children now that they are grown say Mother you bake better than we do!!

    Please enter me into your contest. I am a new follower. Your book really looks like a good read, I also love the cover.

    Judy (magnolias_1@msn.com)

  3. Danielle, I loved this story of your childhood Christmas memories. How lucky you were to have brothes and sisters. I’m a loner, you know. The baking I can relate to, but not the singing. I’m the only unmusical member of a musical family but everyone needs a audience, even if it’s only one. The Privateer is a great book. I’m looking forward to your sequel.
    Linda

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