At last the book has arrived & has been read & re-read; sometimes with laughter, again with tears. There are times when it is stark with truth, but then again, there are tender, gentle scenes. THE SOUND OF SLEIGH BELLS touched me, as it will so many others. Because we, too, have stood beside a bed in a nursing home & watched, listened & prayed...for the sound of sleigh bells, or the celestial bells. Indeed, here are two gentle men, the weaver of words forming a tapestry of memories of so many things. And so we read & re-read THE SOUND OF SLEIGH BELLS-- Laughing until we cry-- other times-- just crying-- as we reach for Kleenex already damp. Pross & Yungclas have written a delicate work of fiction that will eventually take its place beside A CHRISTMAS MEMORY; ETHAN FROME; A DEATH IN THE FAMILY; NOW IN NOVEMBER; & other books whose appeal is impossible to pin down, or shake off.