This story is inspired by my mother-in-law's collection of ceramic, Christmas houses that sprawl across her entire living room. It is the hallmark of her Christmas decorating efforts and represents years of collecting and arranging the pieces.
You could stare at it for hours because there is so much to see. There's something enchanting about the miniature houses and people. It almost seems as if the village might come to life when you leave the room. I've always wondered what story is contained within its quaint streets.
What if the village contains a secret that explains why Christmas is not about colored lights and decorations, fluffy snow and family gatherings, or brightly wrapped presents? What if you have to travel through its streets to find out Christmas is not about festive feelings or storybook scenery but about something…better.
Come on in and see.