A Literary Christmas Celebration presents Stanice Anderson



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It Came Upon a Midnight Clear

It came upon a midnight clear, that glorious song of old. Well, no it was more like 6:00 pm, in 11-year-old time.

In the kitchen, my momma baked her signature coconut layer cakes. The sweet, touch-of-vanilla smell wafts upstairs. My stomach rumbles in anticipation. The whining whizzing buffer as my dad neared the end of his annual Christmas strip-sand-wax our hardwood floors project that I think was more for the many visitors we would have over the holidays than those of us who lived there. The smell and crackle of the logs burning and transitioning themselves in the dining room fireplace found its way upstairs.

In my bedroom, I looked out at the newly fallen snow glistening under the street lamps. I savored the smells and sounds that bombarded my senses and proved, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that Christmas was amazingly and wonderfully near. With my index finger, I wrote “M-e-r-r-y” across the hazed condensation on my cold window pane.

My 4-year-old brother, June, which was down-home short for Stanley Junior, burst into my room like an unwanted cherry pit. He grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the door. “Come on, Neicy, come on! It’s time.”

“Wait!” I abruptly stopped and like a stretched rubber band, his little body slung back into my side. I opened the green frilled window curtains and looked out. Satisfied, I turned and looked down at brother. “Okay, June. Let’s go”.

Two kids on a mission, we clopped down the stairs, jumped over the whirling buffer being skillfully maneuvered by our Dad who had a mission of his own.

My brother held his arms up and I hoisted him so he could reach the light switch panel. “One, two, no, not three, June. Just those first two“. We peeped out the front door window at the resulting Christmas light show. Rudolph’s read nose. The cedar trees’ new coat of snowy lights. Santa’s twinkly sleigh appeared to be heading to the roof. With a gigantic smile, eye-to-eye, my brother squealed out his “Owwws! and Ahhhs!”

“Good job!” I assured him and gently placed his feet on the freshly shined hallway floor. My brother’s task done, he ran off toward the living room. “I did it. I did it by myself,” he announced to mom and dad.

Now, for my mission, I thought as I climbed the stairs and headed back to my bedroom. The buffer stopped again and my dad offered his strong suggestion, “Not too loud, now.”

“Okay, Daddy.” Once in my bedroom, I reached into my closet and put on my hooded coat. Then, I lifted out the gray box cased record player. I put it on the edge of my dresser, opened the window, and as the cold December air stole into my bedroom, I pulled on my hood. After opening the case, I detached the top which was the speaker and clearing a patch of snow from the roof right outside my window, I secured the speaker and closed the window.

I turned it on and lifted the player’s arm and rested it on the first of the evening’s Christmas album picks. Turning the volume to a respectful 7 out of 10, I released our gift of music to our neighborhood—Hark the Harold angels sing, glory to the newborn king. Mission accomplished.

“Neicy! Close that window, we not heating the neighborhood, too. Come on downstairs. I made us some hot cocoa.”

“Okay, Momma.” I scribbled C-h-r-i-s-t-m-a-s on the window under the fading M-e-r-r-y. “I’m coming.”

Chestnuts roasting on an open fire, Jack Frost nipping at your nose. Although it’s been said many times many ways, Merry Christmas to you.


“Stanice Anderson is not merely a writer, she’s a messenger-and the message is hope.” Stanice is an author, inspirational speaker, playwright, and performance artist. Transparency, humor, and honesty are her trademarks. The written word, music, poetry, spoken word, monologues, and colorful stories from her life’s experiences are the tools she uses to inspire, motivate, and encourage anyone willing to experience her. Her published books include I Say A Prayer For Me: One Woman’s Life of Faith and Triumph. Stanice also performs her one-woman show, Walkin’ On Water When the Ground Ain’t Enuf. Stanice also writes inspirational newsletters and a podcast series, Faith-Lift with Stanice. Listen to her new BlogTalkRadio show, simply titled, One Woman Show. For more info, visit www.stanice.com or www.sistahfaith.ning.com/stanice


There are 6 comments for this article
  1. wvoices-admin at 5:45 pm

    Stanice this was beautiful! Thank you so much for sharing.

  2. Stanice Anderson, Author & Inspirational Speaker & Performance Artist at 9:04 am

    I’m blessed that you extended this opportunity to share one of my stories. I pray that God continues to grant you extreme favor in everything that you put your heart and hands to.
    Blessings Back 2U,

  3. Jeanette Hill at 12:38 am

    This is the kind of story that brings back warm, fuzzy memories….

  4. Sonya at 8:23 pm

    What a story, this was wonderful! I was getting my Christmas mood on prior, but this brought it on in… just so captivating! Now I gotta go and get some hot chocolate… Ms. Stanice, had me thinking I was having me some cocoa in the story LOL…

  5. Stanice Anderson, Author & Inspirational Speaker & Performance Artist at 7:52 am

    Hey there, Chosen Ones:
    Thank you so much for taking the time to share your heart-felt thoughts about the little clip from my life. May God’s extreme favor saturate your lives.
    Love, Stanice

  6. Jennifer C. at 9:56 pm

    A lesson of giving freely. Sweet and touching.