Christmas Roses

ABUNCH of Christmas Roses, dear,To greet my fairest child,I plucked them in my garden whereThe drifting snow lay piled. I cannot bring thee violets dear,Or cowslips growing wild,Or daisy chain for thee to wear,For thee to wear, my child. For all the grassy meadows nearAre clad with snow, my child;Through all the days of winter drearNo ray of sun has smiled. I plucked this bunch of verses, dear,From out my garden wild,I plucked them in the winter drearFor you, my fairest child,Your wet and wintry hours to cheer,They’re Christmas Roses, child.

Celia Anderson doesn't need anything for Christmas except a few more boarders, which are hard to come by in this small mining town. She certainly doesn't have a husband on her Christmas wish list. But when a wandering carpenter finds lodging at her boarding house, she admits that she might remarry if she found the right man--the kind of man who would bring her roses for Christmas. It would take a miracle to get roses during a harsh Wyoming winter. But Christmas, after all, is the time for miracles . . . Amanda Cabot invites readers to cozy up with a romantic, heartwarming tale of the greatest gift of all--love.

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