Written and illustrated by Traci Van Wagoner Inspired by a story told by Grandma Mead on many a Christmas Eve. My breath blew out in...

by Traci Van Wagoner Part 4 of 5 I sang my heart out, sometimes glancing out the window. It wasn’t snowing. But Papa still wasn’t home,...

by Traci Van Wagoner Part 2 of 5 At lunch, I stared at the melting butter on the steaming hunk of homemade bread and worried. “Why aren’t...

Written and illustrated by Traci Van Wagoner Inspired by a story told by Grandma Mead on many a Christmas Eve. Part 1 of 5 My breath blew...