Most people dream of a white Christmas. But this particular Yuletide Meg could have done without snow! She'd crashed her car and was forced to seek the kindness of a stranger.
Jed Cole clearly wasn't delighted to have Meg and her little boy foisted upon him. But they found themselves sharing Christmas together--and watching a festive miracle unfold...
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December 03, 2007
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Excerpt from The Christmas Night Miracle by Carole Mortimer
'It's snowing again, Mummy!' Scott cried excitedly from the back of the car.
What an understatement.
It wasn't just snowing, it was blowing and gusting towards blizzard proportions. Which, in fact, the radio station Meg was listening to as she drove along had already warned that it would become some time this evening.
It had just been a flurry of delicate white snowflakes when they had left London three hours ago, pretty in its delicacy, to be admired and enjoyed, but standing no chance of actually settling on the streets of the busy city, even though some of it had clung determinedly to the rooftops.
Unfortunately, the further Meg had driven out of London, the heavier the snow had begun to fall, until it was now a thick layer on the ground, the road in front of her almost indistinguishable from the hedgerow, the snow hitting the windscreen so thickly the wipers were having a problem dealing with it.
As was Meg herself, finding it increasingly difficult to control the car as the wheels slipped and slid on the growing layer of snow, the fall of darkness just over an hour ago making things worse, the headlights just seeming to hit a wall of white rather than light the way.
Scott, at three and a half, and awake after sleeping in the back of the car for the last hour, could only see the potential fun and not the danger of this novelty in his young life.
Something Meg was at great pains to maintain as she glanced at him briefly in the rear-view mirror, her smile warm and loving as she looked at his tousled head of dark hair and still-sleepy features; one of them feeling worried and panicked was quite enough.
'Isn't it lovely?'she agreed as she hastily returned her attention to the road, the car having slewed slightly sideways in that moment of distraction.
She shouldn't have come by car. The train would have been so much easier. And at least if there had been a problem with snow on the rails she would have had adult company in her misery.
Because she hadn't seen another car, or even a truck, in the last half an hour.
Of course, that could have something to do with the warning being given out on the radio station for the last hour by the police for people 'not to travel unless absolutely necessary'. A warning that had come far too late for Meg, already more than two thirds of the way towards her destination.
'Can I build a snowman when we get to Granma and Grandad's?' Scott prompted hopefully, thankfully still totally unaware of their precarious situation.
'Of course, darling,' she agreed distractedly.
The relevant word in Scott's statement was 'when'--because Meg was very much afraid they weren't going to make it to her parents'house this evening, as planned.
She could barely see where she was going now, the headlights of the car only seeming to make the snow whiter and brighter, and blinding. If she could just see a house, or even a public house, anything that showed signs of habitation, then she could stop and ask them for help.
'I need the toilet, Mummy.'