Season's Greetings from Amelia by Naty Matos

Brian got out of the bed and left his wife and kids cuddled up. As soon as they ran into the bedroom they jumped on the bed with their parents. Yes, it was a little annoying to not be able to sleep a little later, but that never surpassed the pleasure of seeing them, hugging them and being awakened by their little voices. As soon as the kids woke up, they would run to their bedroom and jump in their bed. Suddenly little voices shouted together, Mommy! Daddy! This was the usual alarm clock for Daisy and her husband Brian on a Saturday morning. The sound of little feet was followed by the bang of a door hitting the wall. I also dedicate this book to my Mom, Ana Ortiz, for all her support and love throughout my life and with my dream of becoming a writer. Now, with a real purpose in mind, he has transformed it into what he wanted it to be, just like he's doing with me.

I tried to write this novella some years ago, before I recognized that he had given me this gift to uplift his kingdom, and I just couldn't write the story then. But this time in particular, I'm grateful for his grace allowing me to write this particular story. I always have to thank my Lord and Savior Jesus for the gift of writing. The only exception is brief quotation in printed reviews. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means-electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise-without the written permission of the author. Copyright © 2012 Naty Matos/The Rising MuseĪll rights reserved.

Season's Greetings from Amelia by Naty Matos