

This review is for Urrea‘s short story “Christmas Eve, 1944”. The narrator‘s mother is a “clubmobile lady” taking coffee and donuts to the troops traveling from Paris to Belgium. On Christmas Eve 1944 she finds herself bombarded and hiding out in the basement of a ruined church with GI‘s. She is their mother- comforting them with fire, food and “O Holy Night”. A lovely story of Christmas in wartime and perseverance.