No, I'm not rushing it. We used to have Christmas at our house, but since we moved to a smaller place, I've have to let my kids take over. So, since no one is here for Christmas, but they all come over on Thanksgiving I put the tree up before. (they don't all come for dinner - we don't have room for that, which is why I still have Thanksgiving. Most of them come later for dessert.)
I do miss having Christmas at my house. I loved the hustle and bustle of getting ready, seeing which family arrived first, and watching the faces of the little ones when they saw the gifts under the tree. I miss the commotion of everyone arriving, and I especially miss cooking dinner.
But things change and we have to accept things are different, which brings me to my book - Time to Love Again. For Rose Asbury the changes are extreme. Christmas isn't the same. Life isn't the same.
Fifty-eight year old, Rose Asbury doesn't care that people think she's a recluse. She just wants to be left alone. She doesn't need anyone and no one needs her and that's just fine. At least she didn't until this year. For some reason this holiday season is different. Suddenly, she's melancholy and discontent with her life.
Ad the man next door doesn't help matters. He insists on speaking to her. So her stomach tumbles every time she sees him. That doesn't mean anything. Hunger pangs, nerves, she just wishes he'd leave her alone.To top it all off, his granddaughter and her friends insist on playing in Rose's yard, sledding, building snowmen, and throwing snowballs at her house.
Then her sister's ghost shows up. Can the man next door, his granddaughter, and her sister's ghost bring Rose out of seclusion?
