A Calisbury Christmas—my Christmas book hit the market this week

a calisbury christmas children's book by marisa grace porter

Once upon a time in Wyocena, WI, a little girl drove home from a candlelight service in Wyocena, WI with her family of eight in their big yellow station wagon to find the front door lined by lights and the porch covered knee-deep in presents. They walked up the sidewalk to the house in awe, her white stockings glistening with the snow that fell over the little shoes she wore with each step. Each of the six girls had multiple gifts addressed to them, and what an explosion of happiness there was in the tiny grey saltbox house—a house built by their own father. The anonymous givers gave her a white teddy bear that she never forgot, a cheerleader doll named Mandy, and memories that would never leave her heart—the magic of Christmas.

It’s been a total of seven years since I sat in a coffee shop on a rainy December day waiting for my husband to finish his Christmas shopping, scribbling with a pencil in a feverish state, with the sites and sounds of Christmas around me and the most precious memories of Christmas in my heart. The story above is true, and I imagine this is only the first tale its kindness will inspire in me.

The little story I wrote has finally become an illustrated Christmas children’s picture book. I am so touched to be able to share it with you now. “A Calisbury Christmas” is ready to order now in the hardcover edition on my website and on Amazon, Barnes and Noble and other places online! (The artist is licensed Dreamworks, Star Wars, and Disney artist Adrianna Vanderstelt—pretty cool).

The first 50 orders from my site (the first link below) get an autographed copy.

Order here: https://marisaporter.me/a-calisbury-christmas/

Here: https://www.amazon.com/Calisbury-Christmas-Marisa-Grace-Porter/dp/0578605163

Or here: https://aerbook.com/maker/productcard-5332151-8046.html

This is my first print book. Its message is so important to me, the simplicity of sharing and kindness, of empathy, and of belief that light is stronger than darkness. You have all supported my journey in some way or another. If you want to know how else to support new authors, here are some of the best ways:

  • Buy their books
  • Tell others about their books
  • Leave fair and kind reviews on Amazon and other markets
  • Ask your bookstore to order the book (this is a simple thing you can do that really helps!)

 

A Million Sunsets

Bit by bit
Hour by hour
A million sunsets
A thousand hours
A hundred wishes
Myriads of dreams
It’s all too much 
For one lifetime
Of waiting for
Another day
All I have is today
I can’t wait for tomorrow
To be with you.

Thank you for calling me

When I realized the house was completely still and there was nothing tugging at me one way or the other.
When it was as quiet inside of me as it was outside
When all the problems and mayhem of this world did not come to the deepest place of my heart
But You were nearer still.
The quietness is something I do not understand.
But I take it.
I take peace.
For it is by rejecting this peace
That men are led to worry, complain, hate, fear, become bitter, kill.
For we are so small and powerless,
Yet not insignificant.
The smallest part of the gear on a whole massive configuration of wheels that control the world
Not the center
Not the Ruler
But never forgotten.
Never forsaken.
Never alone.

Stars will Align

Stars will align

And you will find

Your right abode.

Stars will align

And you will find

Where you belong.

Stars will align

And you will find

Your treasure gold.

Stars will align

And you will find

Your proper fit.

Stars will align

And life will give

In to your gift.

 

Windblown

Suffering cannot last forever
Green and living sorrows
Will be as the wind-blown leaves.
Wind-blown sorrows,
Wind-blown dreams –
Your tomorrows
Will see them as fallen brown and autumn leaves.
By the time the leaves turn brown,
They’ll be withered on the ground.
Suffering cannot
May not,
Will not
Last forever.
(c) Marisa Porter 2005-2012

The Merit Report

She saw the merits she had worked for

The accolades

The coveted reward

Most people looked forward to.

And then she knew the answer.

When she realized that they did not matter,

She finally knew where she belonged.

She expected warmth

When she found the document again. But all she felt was strange detachment.

And inward smile she did not understand.

A feeling that this was someone else’s life.

Essentially no feeling at all.