A Christmas Crossing

By Lynn Hubbard

Thrust into a war she did not choose, Sarah Fanum yearns for simpler times. Times when all she had to worry about were bad crops or bad weather.
Unfortunately, fate had other plans. Set in 1776, my short story, A Christmas Crossing describes the night that changed the course of the Revolutionary War. It is not your typical Christmas story, but one that has affected every fabric of our lives as an American.

I was inspired to write A Christmas Crossing after visiting Yorktown, VA. I have always been enamored by the Revolutionary War and wanted to share my love for history with my love for Christmas. I hope you enjoy it.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lemon Press
• Release date: Nov 17, 2011
• ISBN: 9781465883742

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Introduction

Thrust into a war she did not choose, Sarah Fanum yearns for simpler times. Times when all she had to worry about were bad crops or bad weather.

Unfortunately, fate had other plans. Set in 1776, my short story, A Christmas Crossing describes the night that changed the course of the Revolutionary War. It is not your typical Christmas story, but one that has affected every fabric of our lives as an American.

Author’s Note:

I was inspired to write A Christmas Crossing after visiting Yorktown, VA. I have always been enamored by the Revolutionary War and wanted to share my love for history with my love for Christmas. I hope you enjoyed it.

~Lynn Hubbard

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It was Christmas. The night was dark. Snow filled clouds blocked out the stars offering them little to no light. With the hope of freedom in their hearts, the men pressed on.

Battered by sleet and snow, Sarah stood huddled on the Pennsylvania shore, with the other women watching them go. She clutched a thin blanket around her frail shoulders even though it did little to block out the frozen wind. Nonetheless, she was one of the lucky ones.

Many of Washington’s soldiers had no coats, and some, no shoes. Their bare feet were numb from the cold. A trail of bloody footprints marked their way as they marched across the icy ground.

Tears stung her eyes watching Silas step into the last Durham Boat. The deep wooden sides seemed to swallow him up as he sat down for the arduous voyage. The boat was originally constructed to carry iron,