I don’t know why winter does this — sneaks up with a kind of silence that feels almost alive. Not empty, not cold, but watchful.
If you’ve ever walked alone in freshly fallen snow, you know that feeling:
like the world is holding its breath for you.
I felt that the other day while remembering a story — or rather, a moment — that has stayed with me through many winters. And maybe you need it today, too.
So let me tell you about Elsie.
🌨️ A Moment in a Small Snow-Covered Town
The night had settled thick as velvet across the rooftops of Merrinshire, the kind of quiet that hushes even your heartbeat.
Elsie walked the narrow lane alone, boots sinking softly into the powder, her breath lifting in silver clouds.
The whole town felt abandoned.
No lamps glowing in the windows.
No fires burning behind curtains.
Not a dog barking in the distance.
Except…
At the very end of the lane, half-buried in snow, stood a single street lamp. It leaned slightly to one side, as though weary from standing its post through too many winters.
But the glow it cast?
It wasn’t the ordinary yellow of an old bulb.
It wasn’t white, or blue, or anything mundane.
It pulsed.
Slowly.
Gently.
Like a heartbeat.
Elsie froze.
She wasn’t a woman who chased mysteries.
She didn’t romanticize signs or omens or magical nonsense.
Life had been too sharp for that — too unkind.
She had learned to expect nothing.
But this light…
It flickered once, as if acknowledging her.
She stepped closer, drawn without understanding why.
With every footstep, the lamp brightened — not harsh, not blinding… just warm.
Warm in the way a memory is warm.
Warm in the way a voice you miss can still echo inside your ribs.
She reached out, fingertips brushing the icy metal.
And then—
The light swelled, blooming across the snow, wrapping itself around her like a long-lost embrace. It filled the hollows inside her that grief had carved out. It settled into her bones like recognition.
And in that glow, she saw a figure standing on the other side of the light.
Someone she never expected to see again.
Someone who should not have been there, not on this side of winter, not in this life.
Her breath shook.
The lamp flickered once more, urging her closer.
What happens next…
is the reason this moment has lived in my heart ever since.
🎄 Why I Shared This With You
Because I think someone needed to feel that warm light today.
Someone needed to remember that even in quiet seasons, life is not finished speaking to you.
And in case you’re wondering where this little story came from…
✨ It’s actually a scene from my newest Christmas book,
The Lamp of Christmas Eve.
But I didn’t want to start by telling you that.
I wanted you to feel it first.
To step into the snow.
To see the lamp.
To remember something soft inside yourself.
If the moment resonated…
The rest of the story glows even brighter.
A heartwarming winter blog sharing a magical scene about hope, loss, and unexpected light—revealed at the end to be from A.L. Childers’ new Christmas novel, The Lamp of Christmas Eve.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR
A.L. Childers has long believed that the truest magic of Christmas is found not in grand miracles, but in the small glimmers of kindness that pass quietly from one heart to another. Raised on stories told beside winter windows and crackling hearths, she grew up enamored with tales where light appears just when it is most needed.
Her writing blends the hush of snow, the warmth of candlelit rooms, and the steadfast hope that threads its way through every Christmas season. With a storyteller’s heart and a dreamer’s courage, she invites readers to step into worlds where wonder is never far away, healing arrives softly, and even the most ordinary object — a lamp, a snowflake, a forgotten gift — might carry a miracle.
She makes her home in North Carolina, where the first cold night of December still feels like the beginning of a story waiting to be told.
DISCLAIMER
The Lamp of Christmas Eve is a work of fiction born from imagination, wonder, and the quiet longings of the human heart. Any resemblance to real people, places, or events is coincidental. The characters, settings, and miracles within these pages exist only to inspire reflection and hope. This story is not intended to mirror any specific life, faith tradition, or supernatural claim, but to offer comfort, meaning, and light to readers of all backgrounds.







