I never realized what a treasure this one little gift has been from my childhood home after my parents passed away. It sings a familiar tune as the metal tubes sway and tap merrily in the breeze. It lifts me up and takes me to a gentle time and place.
This thought expresses the blessed tone of my parents’ life music they sang to us.
Let our words be like wind chimes.
Tone is something we hear like wind chimes blowing in the air. What sounds do our words make…? Communication is more than what we say; it is how we say it and how we sound. As much as possible, without forfeiting what we have to say, let our words be music to people’s ears.
The room was stuffed full of happy energy by over 100 overly excited bears! (no pun intended) They were stitched and stuffed ready and waiting to begin their new life with not just children, but anyone who needs a personal bear buddy. The seamstress has made more than 800 bears over the past eight years.
But the piece of the story that makes it holy is when asked how much she sells them for on Etsy or in boutiques she says,
“Oh they are way too expensive for anyone to purchase.”
The reason is stated VERY resolute.
Every single bear is stitched with the maker’s love. And, she says, “my love is priceless and not for sale.”
Giving them away is only a piece of the gift. She enlists “stuffers,” from her church; mostly children to come help give them life. Then for their service they get to pick one to take home.
The maker says: “There is no mouth but ears because they are perfect listeners. The arms are outstretched ready to give us unlimited hugs for anything life brings. Their furry soft bodies can be loved on in as many ways as there are the people who have them.”
This years 100 will soon be off to the Gold Star Mothers group in up-state New York who provide Christmas for veterans and their families. Her bears have brightened hospitals, the elderly, cancer patients, autistic children, hurricane/tornado victims, and people who need a special cuddle buddy. The maker told me she has just given one to a lonely elderly woman in a retirement facility who now sleeps with her bear buddy every single night. The elderly woman now has friends coveting her bear boy friend and they want one too.
I am privileged to have been given one of those bears…a true gift of love.
What can I give to Christmas?
Here is the idea my bear buddy whispered in my ear…
Once upon a Christmas season a knock taps on your door.
A strange woman with a twinkle in her eye, wearing pajamas and red slippers holds a heavy suitcase.
Will she be staying long?
What is inside?
If you choose to let her in
you may discover the fairy gold
she carries in her case.
But it is you who has to open it up
and discover what magic it can bring.
Once again I am a traveling Christmas story teller and would love to come share some fairy gold with you or your friends. Remember stories are for kids from 1-102. If you think you are too busy or too dignified, you are missing out on one of life’s best treasures!
It won’t cost you a cent except time.
It is my gift to Christmas to help spread the magic.
Happy Christmas Dears.
This my first story to share with you…
If you are a dreamer come in.
If you are a dreamer,
a magic-bean buyer.
If you’re a pretender come sit by my fire.
For we have some flax golden tales to spin.
What will you give to Christmas?
It’s not just for getting…
Together lets light the world
Happy December 1st world!
We need a little Christmas…
I don’t want my blog to be political because then it would be sucked into a treacherous current that is difficult to get out of.
And here is one small example why.
Just two days ago, after a sweet little breakfast with a friend I had not seen in four years, I decided to roam around her little town of one fire station, one gas station, a used book store, a car tire garage, a hardware store, a junk store and a few specialty stores and restaurants. It is the epitome of quaint New England. In fact this was the town I had posted one Halloween where the pumpkin patch payment was all on honor code with a little box to place your money in, that anyone could have reached in and helped themselves. I had dressed up and tried to make it a nice event for me and my friend.
As I was walking back to my car parked behind the very cool junk store a man allowed his dog to stretch way out on those retractable leashes so I turned to pet. I love doggies and FEE-FEE was on bee-line to me. The owner said, “He’ll bite you!” And I of course retreated my hand back from my koochy-koo with the pup. And the owner then said, “Bite her, Bite her, she is obviously a Trump supporter!” And he just barely pulled Fido away from my leg but let his leash out so he was close enough to snarl.
Now it all happened quickly and unexpectedly. I nervously laughed it off and dashed into the out door junk yard, watching him laugh at me as he walked past retracting in Doggy-dear’s leash. I felt really hurt.
I am worried about what is happening to the people in this country. I know the majority are good kind hard working people who want a good life for their families. But I also see more and more hurtful unkindness that seems to now be allowed and disregarded. That very tiny moment was uncalled for.
Are Americans so distracted and hopless that we sit in a huge boat floating down a torrential river current minutes from going over a Niagra Falls type water fall but we all have our cameras out taking selfies and pictures of the scenery continually posting our lives on facebook and Instagram! We have got to collectively paddle the opposite way. Back to kindness, honesty, abiding by the rules and not bending them to fit our needs, being respectful to each other and our blessings this country offers that is truly amazing. And especially get back to God who gave us everything but our desire to follow him. And if we don’t follow HIM our future looks pretty bleak!