When Christmas Comes By: Debbie Macomber
Emily Springer, widowed mother of one, decides to leave Leavenworth, Washington, to spend Christmas with her daughter in Boston. Charles Brewster, history professor, curmudgeon and resident of Boston, wants to avoid Christmas altogether. He figures a prison town should be nice and quiet over the holidays — except he’s thinking of the wrong Leavenworth! Through an internet site, Charles and Emily arrange to swap houses for the holiday. So Emily goes to Boston—and discovers that her daughter has gone to Florida. And Charles arrives in Leavenworth to discover that it’s not the prison town — it’s Santa’s village! The place is full of Christmas trees, Christmas music and…elves. Meanwhile, Emily’s friend Faith Kerrigan travels to Leavenworth to visit her and instead finds Charles the grinch. Then Charles’s brother, Ray, shows up at his home in Boston to discover that he isn’t there — but Emily is. Through all the mix-ups and misunderstandings, amid the chaos and confusion, romance begins to emerge in unexpected ways. Because everything changes at Christmas!
Last Christmas when I was tripping on the hormones your body produces after giving birth and breast feeding I watched a lot of the Hallmark channel. No idea why since the combination of hormones and Hallmark could be lethal if not monitored carefully.
I ended up seeing a movie called Trading Christmas that I really liked. I’ve watched it since, just to make sure I wasn’t imagining things, and I still like it. I’d heard of Debbie Macomber but I’d never read one of her books, until now.
The story was pretty much the same as the movie with some changes, naturally, the most changed was the daughter. After having read the book I think the movie did a better job with the daughter. I was seriously questioning why someone hadn’t slapped her in the book, while in the movie I could see her side of things.
Even with the desired slapping I really enjoyed the book. Macomber seems to write sweeter romances, no sexy scenes, just lots of hope and love. Sometimes I want that though. Maybe I’m getting old.
Sidenote: The movie title is better. Book title makes me think porno. Just saying.