The Christmas Tree Keeper
by Tamara Passey
Tamara Passey, author of the The Christmas Tree Keeper: A Novel, was born and raised in Massachusetts around a large family, one that has served as inspiration for most of her writing. She was named Arizona Young Mother of the Year in 2013 and contributes marriage and family articles to FamilyShare.com. Mothering through the Whirlwind is her fist work of non-fiction. She loves most creative endeavors and when she isn’t writing or re-writing, you can find her baking or cross-stitching or walking–though not all at the same time. She lives with her husband and three children in Arizona.
Q and A with the Author
Did you learn anything from writing your book and what was it?
I learned so much from writing this book that could I could fill another book, but that just might be because I had a lot to learn. What stands out are these:
1. The words won’t write themselves, I need to show up at the page.
2. Writing a book is like entering an agreement with the reader. That is agreement is set up within the first five pages (or less) and as the author, I need to deliver on the promise of the premise or risk not living up to my part of the agreement.
3. Writing is harder than I want it to be, but also more rewarding than I dreamed it could be.
What is the thing you struggle with the most while writing? And how do you defeat it?
Besides finding time to write, self-doubt would top the list of what I struggled with most. How did I defeat it? I’m not sure I did, but I did learn to set it aside long enough to finish the book and then long enough to share the book with readers. If I allow my self-doubt too much “air time” it can shut down the entire creative process. I’ll only entertain so much, then I get back to the page.
“Can we bring something for Christmas?”
“Can I bring your nativity set?” she asked as she looked at it longingly.
Angela set the grocery bags down in front of the door. She picked up the case and began putting the pieces into their corresponding velvet compartments. Caroline helped. The place for the lamb remained empty.
“I’m sorry I lost the lamb,” Caroline said.
“It’s okay,” Angela insisted. “Don’t worry about it.”
“Will we ever find it?”
“Maybe,” she said. Probably not.
“What did Florinda tell you about the wise men?” Caroline asked.
Angela sighed. Her daughter’s energy seemed to increase as Angela’s waned.
“The wise men? ‘Don’t give up your search for Jesus,’ I think she said.”
“What does that mean?”
“The wise men traveled a great distance. It must have been a long journey, but they didn’t stop until they found Jesus as a child.” Angela almost closed the case, but Caroline reached for another piece.
“What about him? What did she say about Joseph?”
Too worn out to resist her daughter’s earnest inquiry, Angela explained, “Florinda said, ‘when you find someone as loving and as loyal as Joseph, keep him close to your heart.’”
Caroline reached for the figure and tilted her head. “You haven’t found someone like that yet, have you?” she asked.
Angela took the figure back, put it in the case and closed it. She spoke the obvious answer hanging in the air.
“No. I haven’t.”