Sunday, December 4, 2011

Write A Holiday Short Story - Finding The Spirit of Christmas by S.G. Rogers

Happy Sunday and Happy 2nd Advent to everybody!

Today I would like to welcome S. G. Rogers, who is an author from Astrea Press. She is the first author to participate in the Write a Holiday Short Story. Beneath the short story you will find more information about S.G. Rogers and also about her books.

Feel free to comment the short story!

Ladies and gentlemen, please give a warm welcome to S.G. Rogers and to her short story!

Finding The Spirit of Christmas

As an increasingly heavy snow shower drifted down over the wintry country landscape, the dark outline of a rectangular-shaped portal formed. A well-dressed man stepped through the blackness, promptly skidded on a patch of ice and landed in a deep snowdrift. The man pushed himself upright, dismayed to find the moist snow clinging to his face and expensive clothes. He glanced back at the portal, but it had disappeared.

“What are you doing out in the middle of nowhere, dressed like that?” a voice rang out.

The man wiped crystals from his eyelashes so he could see. A very pretty woman stood on a path nearby, bundled against the cold.

“Um…I’m looking for something,” he said.

“In the snow?”

“No, er, that was an accident.” He shivered.

“Well…you’d better come inside before you freeze.”

The woman whistled just then and a fluffy tan dog came bounding over. The woman and dog began to walk toward a stone cottage on top of a hill, without looking back. The man turned up his coat collar, hunched his shoulders and followed.

A few moments later he was grateful to be inside, where a fragrant fire was crackling in the fireplace and the smell of baking gingerbread made his mouth water. The room was decorated for the holidays, with a cheerful evergreen garland hanging from the mantle. A fat Christmas tree, twinkling with lights, filled the corner next to the window, and the dining table was covered with a festive cherry red cloth.

“Why don’t you hang your wet things by the door?” the woman suggested.

The man found a hook for his coat, but when the woman went into the kitchen to check on the gingerbread, he used a spell to dry himself off. Nevertheless, his feet were icy cold, so he removed his shoes and sat next to the fire. The dog trotted over to curl up at his feet. The woman came out of the kitchen. She’d shed her outerwear and he finally got a good look at her. She had snowy white skin with cheeks reddened by the cold, and her heart-shaped face was framed by waves of nutmeg colored curls. He gulped.

“What’s your name, Detective?” she asked.

The man peered at her, startled. “How did you—”

The woman laughed and pointed to the badge hanging from his belt. “You’re a wizard detective. I’ve heard of them before.”

“The name is Nick.”

“Okay, Nick, I’m Christine. The dog is called Joy.” She handed him a cup of cocoa and sat down on the raised hearth. “So what are you looking for?”

“Ah…this is rather awkward, but the Spirit of Christmas has gone missing in my dimension. Our best wizards discovered a breach in the energy barrier…it’s kind of technical. Anyway, I’m here to find it.” He sipped the cocoa, savoring the rich flavor.

Christine frowned. “What does this Spirit look like?”

“It can take different shapes.”

“Wow. I guess you have your work cut out for you. Let me get you some gingerbread.”

“That would be great,” Nick said. “This cocoa is really delicious, by the way.”

A few minutes later, Christine and Nick were sharing a slice of the fresh, warm cake. Nick balanced his plate on his knee. “Mmm. This brings back good memories.”

Christine put down her fork. “Once you find the Spirit, what happens next?”

“I ask her to come home.”

“And what if she doesn’t want to go? What if she’s tired of being neglected?” A sudden surge of emotion made Christine’s eyes sparkle.

Nick set his plate aside and pulled her to her feet. “Come home.” He wrapped her in his arms. “Things haven’t been the same since you left. I intend to love, honor and keep you in my heart forever, just like the day we were married.”

She looked into his handsome face. “You had to work hard to find me. I’m impressed.” A smile tugged at her lips.

“I went to every dimension on the map, but I never gave up.” Nick gave Christine a long, romantic kiss. “Tell me you’ll come home? Tomorrow’s Christmas Eve.”

Christine returned the kiss. “I’m afraid we’re snowed in tonight.”

“That’s too bad,” Nick said…but the twinkle in his eye said otherwise. At the same time, Joy’s tail wagged.

~ S.G. Rogers


In her former lives, S.G. Rogers was a lawyer and an actress, but she’s now grown up and settled down as an author. Drawn to fantasy literature, she’s lived in some of the most magical places in America, including La Jolla, California, Asheville, North Carolina, and currently Savannah, Georgia. She resides with her son, husband, and two hairless cats—which look and act quite a bit like dragons. When she’s not writing, she enjoys practicing martial arts. You can find S.G. Rogers at

The Last Great Wizard of Yden by S.G. Rogers
Published by Astrea Press

After his father is kidnapped, sixteen-year-old Jon stumbles across a closely guarded family secret--one that will challenge everything he has ever believed about his father and himself.  A magical ring his father leaves behind unlocks a portal to another dimension, but in using it, Jon unwittingly unchains the forces of evil.  A crisis develops when a malevolent wizard transports to Earth to kidnap one of Jon’s friends.  With the help of some unlikely schoolmates, and a warrior princess from Yden, Jon embarks on a dangerous quest to free his friend and his father from the most vicious wizard the magical world has ever known.  In the end, Jon will be forced to fight for his life as he attempts to rescue the last great wizard of Yden.

Thank you so much for writing a holiday short story! I really enjoyed it! I am also looking forward reading your book The Last Great Wizard of Yden!

Dear readers, let's give some feedback to the Holiday Short Story and to S.G. Rogers!

Happy reading!


  1. Thanks for having me on your blog, Inga. It's an honor.

  2. Loved the story! short stories are the best . I can picture the two making good use of their time being snowed in and in love .

  3. What a lovely short story! Very heartwarming. Thank you for gifting me with a smile. :-)

  4. Suzanne, thanks for writing a wonderful story! I'm happy to have you in my blog!

    Jackie, hehee, I absolutely agree with you!

    Maeve, it got me smiling, too!

  5. I really liked this story, Suzanne. Really loved the ending.

  6. I have to take my hat off to you and your writing talent. I have never been able to write a short story. Perhaps that's because it takes me 500 words to explain something to someone that could be done in 25. See? I'm doing it now. Anyway, I love it. Very nice with good visual images.

  7. Beautiful Story, Suzanne. Loved iit!

  8. What a touching scene. Sniff...

  9. Lovely and sweet. I'm so glad he found her! Totally charming.

  10. This story had my attention from the start and I can't believe how much was packed into such a small amount of words. And the HEA is left to our imaginations-

    Thanks for posting!

  11. Lovely, Suzanne. A christmas smile is the best kind. I'm with Adam. Short stories take a talent I just don't have.

  12. What a nice story. I really enjoyed it and I have read S.G. Rogers book and highly suggest it! Very talented author. I hope we hear more soon.

  13. Very nice. Makes me feel warm and fuzzy and in need of a hot cocoa... and a handsome wizard.

  14. You're an incredible writer, Suzanne! As I've said before you're a master of settings! I love how you've spun romance/Christmas/fantasy together to make a wonderful holiday delight! Keep up the great work :-))

    ~ Jan ~