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"One Crazy Christmas!"
"One Crazy Christmas!"
"One Crazy Christmas!"
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This is book 6 in the series "Adventures With Joe" about a tale of two young brothers excited about Christmas, who find themselves caught up in quite the predicament! It is an interesting and exciting story about the mystery of Santa Claus, his elves, the North Pole, and their origins. Bill and Joe find themselves caught between truth and legend as they struggle to stay free, alive, and remain brave, while believing in something bigger than themselves. This is one crazy Christmas story, which you'll never forget, and unlike any that you have ever read before!

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Release dateDec 14, 2016
ISBN9781370134991
"One Crazy Christmas!"
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William R. Hicks

William Raymond Hicks is a native of Southern California who met his wife, Elise (also a Southern California native), in 1996 through a transformational workshop environment called Lifespring (now M.I.T.T.). During much personal growth together, William was inspired to begin painting, as well as to co-write Wings: The Journey Home, with Elise in 1997. “Wings” is their first joint book, Our Experiences As Ghosts Aboard Titanic is their second, and ‘The Workbook’ for “Wings” is their third. They have also published 50 Poems & Musings for Ropepullers, which they co-wrote with their brother, Joseph Hicks.William has been painting, journaling, writing poetry, and creating his own works of both fiction and non-fiction. He has written a series of non-fiction books called What Most People Don’t Know..., which touches on alternative views of topics such as The Bible, cancer, money, and life purpose. William has also written a series of fiction books called Adventures with Joe, in which he and his brother, Joe, time-travel together to both the past and the future, come face to face with the paranormal, enter a wormhole to another dimension, and come face to face with alien visitors.William is working on several other books with both Elise and Joseph, as well as more of his own works. William and Elise are students of history, psychology, self-empowerment, metaphysics, and quantum physics, and their intention is to teach what they have learned in a unique, fun, and inspiring way.

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    "One Crazy Christmas!" - William R. Hicks

    One Crazy Christmas!

    by William R. Hicks

    Copyright 2016 William Raymond Hicks & Elizabeth Emily Hicks

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    Cover design by William R. Hicks

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    Table of Contents

    Part I - Anticipation

    Part II - Mystified

    Part III - Hope?

    Part IV - It's Cold!

    Part V - Revelations

    Part VI - The Stand

    Part VII - The Surprise!

    Part VIII - Reflections

    The End

    Acknowledgments

    About the Author

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    Artwork

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    When I was a kid, I really looked forward to Christmas. I would think that most children, in western society at least, feel the same way as I did—the anticipation of Santa Claus flying through the night to deliver presents. The fact that I had two weeks off from school didn’t hurt either. I never liked school. It was too structured and rigid for the young creative artist who I was…and of course still am. Even into my adult life, as I transitioned into the working world, I never took too well to the structured nine to five job either. I believe that most artists would tend to agree.

    One particular Christmas, when I was nine years old and still very enraptured by the thought of Santa Claus living up at the North Pole with Mrs. Claus and the elves, I wrote about a ten page description of a flying craft that I wanted. I do not remember a lot of details, but I do recall that it was white and had plush red carpeting, the latter detail inspired by our neighbor’s orange 1970’s van. I do recall a couple of large rotating jet-like engines for both lift and propulsion, which were very quiet and powered by some kind of inexhaustible energy and anti-gravity technology.

    I excitedly folded the pages and tucked them into my stocking, which hung over the fireplace along with five other longer, fancier ones, and anxiously waited for Santa to somehow magically read them, instruct his elves to build the craft, and deliver it to our house. The how and the logistics were no concern for a nine-year-old boy. My job was simply to design and describe what I wanted, and the rest was up to the jolly, old elf in the red suit.

    During the week leading up to Christmas, I happily slept in, and only hopped out of bed when I was good and ready, and inspired to either play or create something. My brother, Joe, and I had already assisted our dad earlier in the month to put up the outside, colored lights, and we had helped our mother decorate the Christmas tree with ornaments, and the big front window with flat plastic cut-outs of things like reindeer, ornaments, snow, Santa, Merry Christmas, and the like, in the colors of red, green, and white. The plastic stuck to the glass by way of some sort of suction, like the clear round one on Joe’s and my bedroom window, which cast multi-colored light throughout our room when the sunlight passed through it. Looking through it would transform our backyard into a magical, colorful place, to which I longed to visit.

    Since the house was already decked with garland, homemade and other Christmas decorations, all that was left to do in the evenings was to listen to carols on the radio while playing cards and board games by the roaring fire, or lie on the carpet and gaze into the flames and burning wood. I could see all kinds of things like dragons and elves materialize and dematerialize in and out of the aether. Of course there were the annual Christmas shows that Joe and I would watch while sipping hot cocoa and eating popcorn on a beach towel, which our mom placed on the carpet in front of the television set. The warm fire crackled and the tree twinkled as we were lost in another world of snow and ice.

    On Christmas Eve, Joe and I tinkered with Lincoln logs as firelight bounced off the numerous gold, silver, red, and green, glass ornaments. Our older brothers, Rob and Dan,

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