The Birth: A Christmas Story Of A Wealthy, Courteous, And Controlled Man

This the season we've all been waiting for: It's holiday book time! Every year, Christmas sneaks up a little bit faster. Sometimes, we need a boost getting into the Christmas spirit and some help slowing down to enjoy the holiday season. Christmas book can help this time of year!

Michael Stuyvesant was dying. A wealthy, courteous, and controlled man, all he wanted was to get to Denver to visit his children for one last Christmas. But sometimes even money, good manners, and a compulsive desire for order are not enough. God, the weather, a gigantic shopping-mall Santa Claus, and a pregnant girl who called herself Cheyenne-"like the city. And a river, too. And a mountain and an Indian tribe. I looked it up"-had other plans for him:
"'Michael! Michael, oh my God, Michael! What did you do?' he heard in a shriek behind him as he picked up the fallen weapon. He turned to see Cheyenne's head poking sideways out the open driver's-side door. Her elfin face, he thought distractedly-the triangular, fox-like face of an elf who thought he had just killed Santa Claus. And what else would she think? Michael Stuyvesant, a man who prided himself on the calm order of his life, stood with a tire iron in his hand, straddling the body of a titanic Kris Kringle while the fat snowflakes drifted down around him and the chiming, clicking noises of an expensive SUV merged with the screams of a pregnant teenager. 'Oh, shut up, ' he said."