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The Man in the Moon and Santa’s List — A Small Story with a Big Heart


 A few days ago, The Man in the Moon and Santa’s List went live on Amazon.

Seeing it there — real, finished, and no longer just something in my head — was quietly emotional. This little story has taken me on quite a journey, not just creatively, but personally too.

The idea began with a simple question:
How does Santa really know who’s been good at Christmas?

From that grew a story about Rosie, a seven-year-old girl who tries her best, gets things wrong sometimes, and worries she might not be “good enough”. It’s also a story about the Man in the Moon, who watches carefully but learns that not everything important is loud or obvious. And at the centre of it all is Santa — thoughtful, kind, and quietly wise.

I wanted to write a Christmas story that felt safe. One that didn’t divide children into “naughty” and “nice”, but instead recognised effort, kindness, and intent. Especially the quiet acts that often go unnoticed.

The publishing side of things was a bit daunting for me. New processes always are, and I had to take things slowly and carefully. But with patience (and a lot of cups of tea), I got there — and the response from friends and early readers has been incredibly encouraging.

This book is aimed at children aged 7–9, but it’s really for anyone who has ever worried they weren’t quite measuring up. I hope it’s read aloud, shared at bedtime, and perhaps sparks a few gentle conversations along the way.

If you’re curious, The Man in the Moon and Santa’s List is now available as a Kindle ebook on Amazon.

Thank you to everyone who’s supported me, cheered me on, or simply asked how it was going. It’s meant more than you know.

You can find The Man in the Moon and Santa’s List on Amazon if you’re curious. 

https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0GCK4SRVK

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