Traci Van Wagoner

by Traci Van Wagoner Part 5 of 5 Snow piled up on the windowsill, and I couldn’t take my eyes off the glowing star on top of our tree. It...

by Traci Van Wagoner Part 3 of 5 The sun sank low and Jacob breezed past me. “Last one home is a lump of coal!” I raced to catch up....

by Traci Van Wagoner Part 2 of 5 At lunch, I stared at the melting butter on the steaming hunk of homemade bread and worried. “Why aren’t...

Written and illustrated by Traci Van Wagoner Inspired by a story told by Grandma Mead on many a Christmas Eve. Part 1 of 5 My breath blew...