It's the most wonderful time of the year Christmas brings joy to the masses worldwide whether it be through gift-giving, kindness, or even the classic Christmas stories. A Little Book of Christmas, written by John Kendrick Bangs, is a collection of stories and poems set in New York City that capture the essence of Christmas.

Son of the legendary detective, Sherlock Holmes and grandson of Raffles, the greatest gentleman thief of all, Raffles Holmes embarks upon a series his own adventures and proves himself worthy of his two great names. Stories included are: Introducing Mr. Raffles Holmes The Adventure of the Dorrington Ruby Seal The Adventure of Mrs. Burlingame's Diamond Stomacher The Adventure of the Missing Pendants The Adventure of the Brass Check The Adventure of the Hired Burglar The Redemption of Young Billington Rand "The Nostalgia of Nervy Jim The Snatcher" The Adventure of Room 407 The Major-General's...

John Kendrick Bangs (May 27, 1862 - January 21, 1922) was an American author and satirist, and the creator of modern Bangsian fantasy, the school of fantasy writing that sets the plot wholly or partially in the afterlife. He was born in Yonkers, New York. His father was a lawyer in New York City. He went to Columbia University from 1880 to 1883 where he became editor of Columbia's literary magazine and contributed short anonymous pieces to humor magazines.

The Enchanted Type-Writer is a collection of short stories by John Kendrick Bangs, published in 1899l. Bangs attributes many of the stories to the late (and invisible) James Boswell, who has become an editor for a newspaper in Hades, and who communicates with the author by means of an old typewriter. The stories are part of the author's Associated Shades series, sometimes called the Hades series for its primary setting. Their genre has become known as Bangsian fantasy.

The mere incident that at this hour eighteen months later I can recall the dates of these coins should be proof, if any were needed, of the importance of the coppers in my eyes, and therefore of the relative scarcity of funds in my possession. Raffles was dead-killed as you may remember at the battle of Spion Kop-and I, his companion, who had never known want while his deft fingers were able to carry out the plans of that insinuating and marvellous mind of his, was now, in the vernacular of the American, up against it.