Christmas carols capture the spirit of Christmas like nothing else, and Carol of the Tales and Other Nightly Noels brings beloved carols to life like never before. Throw your cares away with the tales from sweet silver bells. Find out how Santa Claus dabbles in time travel, and feel the redemption of a dying wife's parting Christmas gift. Experience all this and more in these heartfelt, entertaining tales donated by a team of authors from across the country, teaming together for a good cause. The proceeds from the sale of this audiobook will be donated toward autism research and advocacy.
Genre: FICTION / Christian / Short StoriesSales have been brisk every holiday season and we've been able to donate a great bit to charity each year. Here's some more about the project:
Carol of the Tales is a collection of original short stories inspired by
Christmas songs or carols. As a lifelong musician, I especially love
when Christmas rolls around and I can dust off my old friends the
Christmas carols.
I had the idea of creating such an anthology while participating
in a Christmas concert in December 2011 and set right to work in
January of 2012 to make it into a reality. This anthology became Sing
We Now of Christmas: An Advent Anthology, and it was a wonderful
success in raising money for the National Down Syndrome Society.
Given the success of the first volume, I decided to compile a second
volume for a cause that affects my other son.
So much of the spirit of Christmas deals with gifts and serving
others. As such, everything about this anthology from the editing,
typesetting, and cover design to the actual writing was done out
of the goodness of the hearts of those involved. The anthology is set
up in an “advent calendar” fashion in which there is a new story for
each day in December leading up to Christmas. Some longer stories
has been split into multiple parts.
The stories were contributed by authors from across the
country, and all the proceeds of this anthology are to be given to
Autism Speaks in honor of my son, Jarem.
Jarem, our first child, has always been a kind and loving child,
and we had no idea about his Autistic tendencies until he was a few
years old. He didn’t learn to speak at the same level as his peers and
didn’t walk until a week before his second birthday. He did, however,
also exhibit many remarkable qualities, such as a memory and ability
to learn that baffled us constantly. Even at a young age, he could
hear a song a few times and repeat it in a clear, spot-on voice.
Despite his challenges, Jarem continues to amaze and
amuse all who know him. He has become a wonderful big brother to
Bryson, our second child who was born with Down Syndrome.
(The information in the following paragraphs is taken from the
website Autism Speaks at http://www.autismspeaks.org/about-us)
“Autism Speaks was founded in February 2005 by Bob and Suzanne
Wright, grandparents of a child with autism. Their longtime
friend Bernie Marcus donated $25 million to help financially launch
the organization. Since then, Autism Speaks has grown into the
world’s leading autism science and advocacy organization, dedicated
to funding research into the causes, prevention, treatments and a
cure for autism; increasing awareness of autism spectrum disorders;
and advocating for the needs of individuals with autism and their
families. We are proud of what we’ve been able to accomplish and
look forward to continued successes in the years ahead.”
All of those who have contributed hope that you will enjoy
the stories in this anthology and that they will bring new depth to
your favorite carols and an extra dose of the spirit of Christmas.
The tinkling of bells carried on the wind, and old Timothy Abbot looked up from his work. He narrowed his eyes, lifting them to the horizon. Had he merely imagined the sound? Those bells had not sounded in his town in so many years. Perhaps it was merely wishful thinking?
Timothy raised his tool, ready to continue scraping the bark from the log that would eventually find new life as a table leg. Before he could make the first stroke, the bells tinkled again, louder this time. He could not be imagining it.
His tools clattered to his workbench, and he rushed to the door. A third time, the bells sounded on the wind, and a smile broke across Timothy's face. He placed a hand over his rapidly beating heart, tell- ing himself that he should not allow himself to rejoice until he could be absolutely sure that she had returned.
Barely containing his inner optimist, Timothy ran down the path and up the hill toward the sound of the long-absent music. Snow flurries swirled around him, and his breath created a trail of steam as he quickened his pace. Reaching the top of the hill, he swept his eyes down the slope to see a lone figure, wrapped in red and green. The winter sun caught dozens of pinpricks of light attached to her clothing, confirming Timothy's suspicions.
He cupped his hands around his mouth and called her name.
"Carol! Carol!"
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French
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Translated by Robert White
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Italian
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Translated by Arianna Raimondi
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Portuguese
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Already translated.
Translated by Beatriz Colin
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Spanish
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Translated by Cinta Garcia de la Rosa
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Author review: The translation turned out excellent and the formatting looked very professional. Highly recommended. |
