After a family's star for their Christmas tree is destroyed they search for another ornament to top the tree. They resurrect the treetop angel carried across The Oregon Trail by a young pioneer and bring the story of The Christmas Angel full circle.

REVIEW

I have been anxiously awaiting the sequel to The Christmas Angel, and One Family's Christmas is certainly worth the wait. I think I enjoyed this book even more than the first one in the series as it reminded me so much of myself. I have a love of history and could appreciate this family's excitement over finding the angel heirloom in their attic, and the pride they felt in being able to display it on their Christmas tree. These two books together will make for some great discussions in your family. I especially appreciate the extra pages at the end, explaining genealogy and how to learn more about your own family lineage. As a homeschool mother, I'm always looking for those added "extras" that make a book more educational.

Reviewed by: Heidi Strawser, Take Root and Write
www.takerootandwrite.com

EXCERPT

It was Christmas time in Oregon.

For one small family the anticipation became keener as each day brought them closer and closer to the holiday. One day, the father and his two children went to the attic to look for ornaments to put on their Christmas tree.

"Let's find some really good stuff," Jessamyn, the ten-year-old girl said.

It was three-year-old Derrick's first trip to the attic. He clung reluctantly to the door. "Don't want no old junk," he said, thinking that he might not have to go into the dusty smelling place if he didn't agree to take part in the hunt.

"Don't be a baby," his sister taunted.

"It's all right, Derrick. There's nothing up here to hurt you," his father assured him. He took Derrick's hand and led him into the large room filled with cardboard boxes, trunks and old furniture.

Derrick looked around. It seemed safe, especially with his father and Jessamyn beside him. But he had heard bumps and creaks coming from the space above his bed some nights, he remembered. The house groaned in the wind. Derrick's eyes were big.

"Don't worry, that's only the house settling," his father told him.

Gradually, Derrick edged his way toward the boxes where his father and sister inspected shiny glass globes.