It’s Christmas Eve in the city.
Dexter Beck, his wife Megan, and Percival “King Louie” Washington are driving to a special Christmas Eve function.
Louie and Dexter share with Megan a story of another Christmas Eve in the early days of Justice Security, when the fledgling company is providing security for the band, Omega. Omega is in town to perform at a special Christmas Eve charity concert.
Louie and Dexter are driving the drummer, Gil Mullins, to the concert, when the worst blizzard ever to hit the city forces them to abandon their car and take refuge inside St. Francis Catholic Church.
What follows is a story of salvation, comfort, and belief, as a Christmas Eve event repeats itself…and makes a believer of Megan Fisk Beck.
Inspired by the popular Christmas song, The Little Drummer Boy will warm your heart…and make you believe.
Genre: FICTION / Short Stories (single author)This short story was published for a Christmas release.
This story has already been translated into Dutch, Portuguese, Spanish, French, and Italian.
“What’s the big secret about Christmas Eve, guys?” asked Megan Beck. She had directed her question to her husband and partner, Dexter Beck, and to one of her other partners in Justice Security, Percival “King Louie” Washington.
Justice Security was the most successful security company in the city, founded by four friends from college: Joey Justice, Misty Wilhite, Dexter Beck, and Louie Washington. Two more partners had recently joined the four original partners as full partners in the company: Jessica Queen, and Megan Fisk Beck.
It was Christmas Eve, and it was the first Christmas Eve that Megan had spent as Megan Beck. She and Dexter were still considered newlyweds.
It was nine o’clock on the night before Christmas. Dexter and Louie had invited Megan to come with them to their destination. Both were very reticent about telling her where they were going.
“Wait until we get in the car, Megan,” Dexter had said. “I promise that Louie and I will explain the meaning of tonight to you then.”
Now, in the car, driving through a lightly falling snow that hadn’t begun sticking to the ground quite yet, Megan asked her question again.
“Tell me why we’re out on Christmas Eve, and what’s so secret about it?”
Dexter, who was driving, looked in the rear view mirror into Louie’s eyes. “You start, Louie. You’re the one it began with anyway.”
