N.A. Ferrell<p>Reprinting Lizzie Deas's 1914 (very) short story, "A Christmas Rose" I included a link to a PDF version of the short story that I put together.</p><p>> “Nor myrrh, nor frankincense, nor gold,” said the angel, “is offering more meet for the Christ Child than these pure Christmas Roses.”</p><p><a href="https://thenewleafjournal.com/lizzie-deas-the-christmas-rose/" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank"><span class="invisible">https://</span><span class="ellipsis">thenewleafjournal.com/lizzie-d</span><span class="invisible">eas-the-christmas-rose/</span></a></p><p><a href="https://linuxrocks.online/tags/christmas" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>christmas</span></a> <a href="https://linuxrocks.online/tags/christmasrose" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>christmasrose</span></a> <a href="https://linuxrocks.online/tags/shortstory" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>shortstory</span></a> <a href="https://linuxrocks.online/tags/lizziedeas" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>lizziedeas</span></a> <a href="https://linuxrocks.online/tags/flowers" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>flowers</span></a></p>