Marji Laine: Faith~Driven Fiction

. . . Authentic and Intense

Y’all Come!

It’s Party Day! Woohoo! We’ve made some plans for games, giveaways, prizes, and surprises! In case you haven’t heard, tonight is the official Launch Party (Mistletoe Madness) for the Christmas novella collection Warm Mulled Kisses. It is a live get-together here in the Dallas-Ft.Worth metroplex, but more importantly, most of the authors and many others will be partying on the event page on Facebook.

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I’ve been sharing something from all of the authors this week and today… gulp… is my turn.

authormememlWhat is my fondest Christmas memory?

I think my favorite Christmas memory was the year that my then two-year-old asked Santa for a new dog. I had already been looking for the perfect pup and found a nearby family about to move and needing to find a good home for their young-ish beagle mix. Everything worked out perfectly. The owner was a fireman at a nearby station and brought the dog, Marcie, to work on Christmas Eve. My hubby went out at dawn Christmas morning to pick her up. And all four of my kids eyes popped when they found her. One of the best Christmas gifts EVER!

What is my funniest Christmas memory?

That’s a hard question. Anytime spent with my extended family is bound to end with a belly ache from too much food and too much laughter. But one Christmas stands out (and is remembered every year at least once.) I have to throw my hubby under the bus with this one – sorry, sweetie! We had a guest come to a few of our Christmas morning celebrations. On the first one, sweet hubby made preserves. He put them in Christmas glasses with wax toppers so that they would be a second gift after the jelly had been used. We gave a set to our guest. He made mention of doing something different than boring old jelly jars. What he didn’t know was that our guest had also made preserves—for us. And yes, she made a point of apologizing for the boring jelly jars. Sweet hubby turned red from the tips of his ears forward. But the fun didn’t stop there. Our guest was able to return the following Christmas. Every gift she gave had been wrapped in unique boxes—Pop Tarts, oatmeal, cereal, etc. And with the strange boxes were messages such as: “Nothing boring here.” “This is boring.” “Interesting packaging alert.” And other similar comments. Poor hubby will never live down the laughter, but then he usually leads with his own chuckle.

Hope to “see” you tonight when we’ll be sharing even more tidbits! 7-10 at Mistletoe Madness!

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Author: Marji Laine

Marji is a homeschooling mom with teenage twins left in the nest. She spends her days transporting to and from volleyball, teaching writing classes at a local coop, and directing the children’s music program at her church. Raised in suburban Dallas, she got her first taste of writing through the stories of brilliant authors of their day, Mignon Eberhart and Phyllis A. Whitney, and through stage experience. After directing and acting in productions for decades, Marji started writing her own scripts. From that early beginning, she delved into creating scintillating suspense with a side of Texas sassy. She invites readers to unravel their inspiration, seeking a deeper knowledge of the Lord’s Great Mystery that invites us all.

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