Two homes in the mountains

Snowed in for winter’s keep;

A river in between them,

A rope tight o’er the deep.

A mother and her daughter,

A father and his son,

A cottage and a cabin,

A story yet unspun

But time did freeze a tin can

Dangling from that rope

A messenger from days gone by,

Echoing long lost hope.

Until a cold November day

Saw decades fall away;

Young hands inscribed a folded scrap,

A missive sent to say…

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So begins the plucky correspondence of Timothy and Genevieve, two children about to uncover a story long-buried... one filled with love, with loss, and with hope. An enchanting Christmas story laced with joy, God's healing hand in the broken places of life weaves through each letter passed over the river in that tin-can strung from the rusted pulley.

Enter into a simpler time in this petite tale, written to be just long enough to tuck into a stolen moment as you rest your feet and quiet your heart in the bustle of a busy season.