Sigh…. I just finished Merry Christmas, Henry and am still wiping tears from my cheeks. And not in a bad way.
Henry is a lonely man. Treated badly as a child, his only retreat was into his paintings. “Henry the Trifling” he thinks of himself as being – insignificant, shy, and totally unassuming. A night museum guard, he spends his days painting beautiful paintings of the people he sees on his daily walks to the museum, setting them in beautiful, exotic settings. And his breaks for dinner in the museum? He spends with a painting of a beautiful, and yet melancholy woman on a windswept sea cliff. So goes Henry’s life for more than twenty years.
What happens next in Henry’s life is a beautiful Christmas tale that broke open my heart and filled it with joy.
I never, ever would have thought that this was Ms. Wynne’s first short story to be published. Her writing is crisp, well formed sentences drawing you into the story and leading you on a breathless journey through melancholy out out the other side to the light of pure Christmas magic.
Grab this short story and curl up in your favorite chair, a cup of cocoa in your hand, Christmas music playing softly, a quilt across your lap. You won’t be sorry. This will be one of your best Christmas presents to yourself ever.