Saturday, December 31, 2011

Thoughts from Cathy

Wishing you a New Year full of Dragonflies and Butterflies and little bits of wonder
Of cozy thoughts while listening to the raging rain and thunder.
Of joyful days and peaceful nights 
Of the glory of a fresh new sight
Of gentle Joy and loving Peace
And Gods hand within your reach.
From Cathy Collar

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

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Friday, December 30, 2011

Thoughts from Cathy

I have Survived! Have You?

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Thursday, December 29, 2011

Quotes By Cathy

Freedom of the mind gives you the start,
But the finish comes from deep down in the heart.
By Cathy Collar

Wednesday, December 28, 2011

MYSTIQUE - STONE MAGIC (The Spirit Within)

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Tuesday, December 27, 2011

MYSTIQUE - STONE MAGIC (The Spirit Within)

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Monday, December 26, 2011

Thoughts from Cathy

Combined
By Cathy Collar

A grain of sand has not much might,
When it is all alone.
But when combined with other grains,
A mighty force is shown.

 

A drop of rain can’t do much good,
If it is all alone.
But when combined with other drops,
It’s goodness sure has grown.

 


A man is not very strong,
When working all alone.
But when combined with other men,
A better world is know.



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Sunday, December 25, 2011

Thoughts from Cathy December

A telling by Eldrbarry:
Many folk legends have grown around the Christmas tree. Christ's blessing and gift to mankind in the form of a decorated tree remains the central theme of most. Across Europe, people used tree-based folk tales to teach children about the celebration of Christ's birth.

Stories about first Christmas trees

Boniface and Thor's Oak

Legend has it that the missionary to the Germans, St.Boniface, in order to stop sacrifices at their sacred Donar Oak near Geismar, chopped the tree down in 725 A.D. Supposably with one mighty blow, Saint Boniface felled the massive oak and as the tree split, a beautiful young fir tree sprang from its center. Saint Boniface told the people that this lovely evergreen, with its branches pointing to heaven, was indeed a holy tree, the tree of the Christ Child, a symbol of His promise of eternal life. He instructed them henceforth to carry the evergreen from the wilderness into their homes and to surround it with gifts, symbols of love and kindness

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Friday, December 23, 2011

Thoughts from Cathy December

A telling by Eldrbarry:
Many folk legends have grown around the Christmas tree. Christ's blessing and gift to mankind in the form of a decorated tree remains the central theme of most. Across Europe, people used tree-based folk tales to teach children about the celebration of Christ's birth.

The Upside Down Fir Tree

During the 7th century, a monk from Devonshire spent time there preaching the word of God. Like any good instructor, he used props. The story goes that he used the triangular shape of the Fir tree to describe the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit that makes up the Holy Trinity. By the 12th century, the Fir tree was being hung upside down from ceilings in Central Europe as a symbol of christianity at Christmas time.

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Thursday, December 22, 2011

A Stormy Christmas


It happened right before Christmas, my favorite holiday. I sat in the dark and watched the big snowflakes float to the ground as the twinkle lights from the Christmas tree reflected off the window. A perfect Christmas card scene, a storm of shear seasonal perfection conflicting with the stormy aches that tortured my heart.

I glanced at my watch. I’d been gone for half an hour. My family would soon come looking for me. It was wrong to disappear, but I couldn’t stay. I couldn’t feel their touch, couldn’t hear their words, couldn’t bear that look in their eyes.

I had intended to run a lot farther than the waiting room. Knowledge of the fact my parents were hurting as much as I was stopped me in my tracks. Losing one daughter was enough. It would be too much to have another disappear into the night.

But it was my fault she was gone. My fault my family was in so much pain. If they found out my thoughts that night as we all collected in the waiting room, they’d blame me too. How I sat there praying she wouldn’t be in any more pain. And then she wasn’t.

At the time I thought I was being selfless, but as I sat in front of that window, all I wanted to be was selfish. I wanted her back, pain or not, I wanted her back. Tears cascaded down my cheeks causing the Christmas lights to blur into a kaleidoscope. I fought the urge to rip them off the tree, declare all things festive cancelled. Happy times could not be had since she was gone.

I looked at my watch again and pictured my mother asking if anyone’s seen me, my father checking out the chapel and other place he believed I’d go for comfort. I knew they wouldn’t find me, wouldn’t even think to look there. I was partly comforted by this thought, but mostly terrified I was hurting them more.

I lifted my heavy body, weary with emotion, off the semi-padded chair and shuffled to the Christmas tree. My distorted face stared back at me from a silver globe. It felt fitting, now that she was gone nothing would be as it was supposed to be.

My eyes filled again with what I knew would be endless tears as I continued to stare into the ball. A white orb began to form behind me. I blinked the tears away trying to focus on the reflection in the sphere, too frightened to turn around and face it. Was it an angel or a combination of grief and blizzard?

The figure came to focus, my beautiful sister standing behind me. Her smile radiated me with warmth as a sense of peace covered my body. The lights on the Christmas tree grew brighter as I turned to embrace her, but she wasn’t there.

The lights faded back to their normal hue, my sister was indeed gone, but the peace remained. It still snowed in heavy sheets, but the storm in my heart was over.

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

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Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Thoughts from Cathy December

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Thoughts from Cathy December

A telling by Eldrbarry:
Many folk legends have grown around the Christmas tree. Christ's blessing and gift to mankind in the form of a decorated tree remains the central theme of most. Across Europe, people used tree-based folk tales to teach children about the celebration of Christ's birth.


Stories about first Christmas trees

Another typical tale tells about a woodcutter who helps a small hungry child. The next morning, the child appears to the woodcutter and his wife, and is none other than the Christchild. The child breaks a branch from a fir tree and tells the couple that it will be a tree that, at Christmas time, will bear fruit. As foretold the tree is laden with apples of gold and nuts of silver.

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Thoughts from Cathy December

WHAT ARE SNOWFLAKES MADE OF?
By Cathy Collar


 
Clouds all puffed and filled with glee
To trickle down and tickle me.

A silly little bit of chill
To teach me to show all good will

An artist’s mark to help me see
Individuality

A fresh clean scent to fill the air
To show us how much God does care.

Monday, December 19, 2011

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Saturday, December 17, 2011

Thoughts from Cathy December

A telling by Eldrbarry: Many folk legends have grown around the Christmas tree. Christ's blessing and gift to mankind in the form of a decorated tree remains the central theme of most. Across Europe, people used tree-based folk tales to teach children about the celebration of Christ's birth.

Stories about first Christmas trees

One story tells that when Christianity first came to Northern Europe, three virtues: Faith, Hope and Charity were sent from Heaven to find a tree that was as high as hope; as great as love; as sweet as charity; and one that had the sign of the cross on every bough. Their search ended in the forests of the North where they found the Fir. Lighted from the radiance of the stars, it was the first Christmas tree.

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Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Thoughts from Cathy

Memories

Memories are Treasures Bury Deep within your Soul!
Hidden Treasures safely stored for only you to know!
Taken out to share with family and friends
Then safely tucked away until needed to be shared again.
 By Cathy Collar


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Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Thoughts from Cathy

A Special Gift
In Memory of My Special Angel
Anna

 By Cathy Collar

                      
                  The softly glowing orb floated through the dark, silent night.  Her light rivaled that of the moon.  She was told she could not go.  Could not make this trip from heaven to Earth.  She was too young, too newly an angel, but in her heart she knew she had to come.  It would be her first Christmas away from her earthly family and she must be there.  They had to know that she was all right. That she was happy and a part of her would always be with them.  The new angel wasn’t sure how she was going to accomplish this, but she was determined and with the help of God, he would help her, he’d understand, she would find a way.
                  She floated looking for any sign that she was in the right place.  Her journey had disoriented her a bit and she really wasn’t accustomed to her new form.  The frozen ground reflected her glow, lighting her way through the brisk night. She did not feel the cold.  The glowing warmth that God had bestowed upon her filled her whole being.
                  There it was, her earthly home.  No Christmas lights outside this year.  The sight saddened her a little.  Her mother loved Christmas and always decorated the house and yard with thousands of brilliant lights. The Nativity Scene hadn’t even been set out.  But she understood why.  Her family really didn’t feel the Christmas joy this year because they were missing her. 
                  Determined to let them know that she was gloriously happy, she slipped into the house.  A dream vision would be the easiest way to talk to them.  Her grandpa’s sister, Shellia had passed at the tender age of nine.  She had become the new angel’s very special friend and taught her a few simple angel tricks, how to pass through walls and not knock yourself out in the process, how to make things glow and how to enter a dream.  The new angel said a silent prayer.  Please God help me get this right.  Her inner glow grew a little warmer.  She smiled.  He was with her on her quest. 
                  She floated to her parent’s bedroom.  The sadness and grief almost knocked her down.  She must fight her way past this.  She had been warned this would be her biggest enemy in getting through to them.
                  “It will be all right.  I am with you.  I will give you the strength you need.”
 The voice softly blended with her whole being.  Fortified, she bolted forward, through the fog of despair that barred the entry into the room.  
                  First, would be her mom.  She would be easier to reach.  Her mind was open to the thought that her daughter would contact her in some way.  Her mom had prayed for it.  The new angel pausing studied her mother’s face.  Dark circles appeared under her eyes, evidence of unending tears that had been shed.  Yes, this was the right thing to do.  She must vanish the doubt in her mother’s mind.  Softly she hovered over her mom’s heart.  She had already planned the dream that would be implanted there.  Her thought formed and pushed its way gently in, a glowing white angel with feathery wings, basking in a brilliant light and her smiling face looking into her mother’s eyes.  The young angel watched as her mother’s grief lifted a little and a smile spread on her lips.
                  She drifted to her dad.  She knew he would be more difficult.  He was trying so hard to be the strong one.  As always, he thought he had to be the rock for all to lean on.  She felt his enormous pain.  He held inside all of his suffering and grief.  It was so vast.  She knew she had to push her way past and find the soft spot underneath.  Try as she might, her thoughts would not break through.  What would she do now?  The soft, calm voice was back. 
                   “You must enter his heart.  I will help you.”
                    With a surge of light, the new angel battled through the hard shield her father and built.  Thump, thump, she was in!  She had thought about his dream very carefully.  It had to be simple, yet strong enough for him to believe.  The thought formed.  A blue sky covered with dark clouds.  The clouds represented her fears and problems on earth.  Now the clouds would part to a blazing sun, her bright new world.  He was a being of nature and would understand this dreams’ meaning.  Struggling back through the shield, she forced her way out.   She watched as his face transformed from tension and strain into a state of satisfied calmness.
                  Hovering above her parents, she soaked in their love.  She hated to go, but her work here was done.  If she stayed any longer, it would be harder for them to move on. 
                  “I will visit you often,” she whispered drifting out of the room. 
                  She paused at the sight of the familiar Christmas tree standing in its usual spot in the living room.  She took in all of the homemade ornaments and twinkling lights.  Her eyes followed them to the top, where she knew the beautiful Christmas Angel would stand.  Oh no!  Something was wrong.  The Christmas Angel's candles, held in her hands were not lit!  This just wouldn’t do!
      “Here is my Christmas present to all of you,” she said.  The candles began to glow then blossomed into a brilliant light. “Merry Christmas!  I love you all dearly!”
                       Floating back to heaven, the new angel felt a great worry lift from her soul.  She knew her message had gotten through.  Now she must move on to her new life.

Monday, December 12, 2011

Thoughts from Cathy

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By Cathy Collar (Final/Stare/Elated) The beautiful mourning dove stared thoughtfully at the large snowflakes as they slowly drifted to the ground. It would soon be the start of a...

Sunday, December 11, 2011

Thought for the Night!

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Saturday, December 10, 2011

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Friday, December 9, 2011

A Beautiful Christmas Poem

The night before Christmas, He lived all alone, In a one bedroom house made of plaster and stone. I had come down the chimney with presents to give, And to see just who, in this home, did live. I looked all about a strange sight I did see, No tinsel, no presents, not even a tree. No stocking by mantle, just boots filled with sand, On the wall hung some pictures of far distant lands. With med.........als and badges, awards of all kinds,
A sober thought, came through my mind. For this house was different, it was dark and dreary, I found the home of a soldier, once I could see clearly. The soldier lay sleeping, silent, alone, Curled up on the floor, in this one bedroom home. The face was so gentle, the room in such disorder, Not how I had pictured an American soldier. Was this the hero, of whom I'd just read? Curled up on a poncho, the floor for a bed?
I realized the families, that I saw this night, Owed their lives to these soldiers, Who were willing to fight. Soon round the world, the children would play, And grownups would celebrate, a bright Christmas day. They all enjoyed freedom, each month of the year, Because of the soldiers, like the one lying here. I couldn't help wonder, how many lay alone, on a cold Christmas eve, in a land far from home. The very thought brought a tear to my eye, I dropped to my knees, and started to cry.
The soldier awakened, and i heard a rough voice, "Santa don't cry, this life is my choice; I fight for freedom, i don't ask for more, My life is my God, my Country, my Corps." The soldier rolled over, and drifted to sleep, I couldn't control it, i continued to weep. I kept watch for hours, so silent and still, And we both shivered, from the cold night's chill. I didn't want to leave, on that cold, dark, night, This guardian of honor, so willing to fight.
When the soldier rolled over, with a voice soft and pure, Whispered, "Carry on Santa, it's Christmas Day & all is secure." One look at my watch, and I knew he was right. Merry Christmas my friend, and to all a good night


This poem was written by a Marine stationed in Okinawa Japan. The
  following is his request. I think it is reasonable.....
 
   PLEASE. Would you do me the kind favor of sending this to as many people as you can? Christmas will be coming soon and some credit is due to our U.S. service men and women for our being able to celebrate these festivities.
 
   Let's try in this small way to pay a tiny bit of what we owe. Make people stop and think of our heroes, living and dead, who sacrificed themselves for us. Please, do your small part to plant this small seed.
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Thursday, December 8, 2011

Thoughts from Cathy December

The Christmas Visitor

The Christmas Visitor
By Cathy Collar

It’s Christmas Eve, 
the ground is white.
I find it hard to sleep tonight.
Impatiently, I wait to see,
What Santa Claus will bring to me.

            

So excited that I cannot sleep.
I Creep down the stairs to sneak a peek.
What‘s that standing by the tree?
It’s light’s so bright, I cannot see !
 

I am picked up in gentle arms,
Placed back in bed away from harm.
Now as I settle down to sleep,
And pray the lord my soul to keep.

            

While I am drifting into slumber,             
I cannot help but to wonder,
Was Santa standing by the tree,
Or Jesus come to visit me?

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Wednesday, December 7, 2011

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Tuesday, December 6, 2011

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Monday, December 5, 2011

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Sunday, December 4, 2011

Thought for the Night!

Goodnight

Footprints in the Snow

By Jennifer McMurrain

Julie swept her daughter up and wept into the child’s soft blonde hair.

“Mommy?” The child’s bottom lip quivered.

“It’s ok, honey. Mommy’s just having a moment.” She set the girl down and looked into her deep brown eyes. “Go get your pink suitcase and fill it with your favorite things. What doesn’t fit into the suitcase will have to stay here. Do you understand, baby?”

Emily shook her head. This wasn’t the first time they had to move and leave things behind. Julie bent and unplugged the Christmas tree. The first one they’d had since Emily was two. Maybe if they hadn’t bought the tree she could’ve paid the landlord some of what they owed. She sighed. It was too late now. The one at the shelter would have to do this Christmas Eve.

Over the next hour Julie gathered what she could fit into the old Ford she had driven since high school. Only the essentials got to come, mostly clothes and a couple of blankets so they wouldn’t have to use the heater and could save some on gas. Emily stood in the doorway of the tiny apartment, her pink suitcase in one hand and a ragged blonde doll in the other. “Good-bye Mrs. Stove. Good-bye Mr. Couch. Good-bye Ms. Fridgerator, thanks for all the food.”

Julie pulled her black coat closer to her body and crossed her arms trying to keep the chill out as she watched her daughter’s farewells. Emily did this every time they moved and for each piece of furniture she said good-bye to; the lump grew larger in Julie’s throat.

“I think I’ll miss you the most Mr. Christmas Tree.” Emily petted the small pine tree, covered in popcorn and red paper garlands.

Julie turned to hide the single tear that tracked down her cheek and cursed the landlord for throwing them out on Christmas Eve.

“I’m ready now, Mommy,” said Emily, lugging her suitcase to the car. “I hope the new owners are sweet to Ms. Fridgerator. She’s a good friend to have.”

Taking the little suitcase Julie kissed her daughter on the cheek. “It’ll be nice to get to the shelter and play with the other kids instead of furniture for change, won’t it, darling?”

“Yes, Mommy,” said Emily looking back through the window at the Christmas tree. “But I’ll miss Mr. Christmas Tree. He’s so new. I hope he doesn’t get lonely.”

Julie reached in the backseat. “I have a surprise for you.”

Emily squealed as Julie handed her a small angel made out of old silver wrapping paper. “It’s the angel from the tree!”

“We may not be able to fit Mr. Christmas Tree in the car, but she’s the most important part,” said Julie. “I thought you’d like to keep her.”

Emily smiled and nodded as she cradled the paper figure. “Can we go to the Lighthouse Shelter? They always have a tree. Maybe we can put her on their tree for the night?”

“Sure, baby,” said Julie as she put the car in drive. “I think they may have a special appearance by Santa, too.”

Emily’s eyes grew wide. “Really? I’ve never met Santa before.”

“Well, this could be your lucky night,” said Julie, smiling at her daughter. “Let’s go find out.”

The Lighthouse Shelter welcomed them with an electric candle in the window surrounded by white Christmas lights. Julie locked the car and shuffled her feet on the slick sidewalk to the front door. Emily copied, careful not to fall. A small ding in the back of the office announced their arrival as someone muttered a hasty, “Close the door!”

Looking around the lobby packed with people huddled in grey wool blankets, Julie’s heart sank. A small woman approached looking somber.

“I’m so sorry, but we’re full up tonight,” the small woman said. “The Fire Marshall won’t let us take in another single soul. But if you have a thermos I can give you some hot tomato soup to take with you.”

“Do you know if the other shelters are booked?” asked Julie.

The woman nodded. “I don’t know for sure, our phones are out. But it’s most likely that they are.”

Julie shook her head as she dug through her bag to find two Charlie Brown thermoses she had gotten at a garage sale for a dollar. She’d known the moment they walked through the door there was no room for them.

An hour later Julie sat in the parking lot of the local convenient store with her head on the steering wheel. They had been to every shelter in the city with no luck. Between the holiday and the weather there was not a bed to spare or gas voucher to be had. She stared at the fuel gage hugging the E and then looked at Emily asleep in the passenger seat. A knock at the window startled her.

A tall man with bushy black eyebrows glanced at the backseat as she rolled the window down a crack.

“Sorry lady, but you can’t squat in the parking lot. You’ve been sitting here for almost an hour, come in and buy something or move on.”

“Sir, do you know of any place we could stay tonight?” Julie asked. “All the shelters are full and I don’t believe we have enough gas to make it to the next town.”

The man furrowed his brow and looked at Emily. “No, I’m afraid not. Why don’t you two come in for a spell? I can’t give you any gas, but we can spare a cup of coffee and cocoa. You could warm up while you figure out what to do next.”

Julie nodded and rolled up the window. She woke Emily and led her into the store. As promised the man had a cup of coffee and cocoa sitting at the small booth in the corner. Julie said a quick thank you as she wrapped her hands around the steaming cup.

Emily took a small sip of her cocoa. “Mommy, how’s Santa going to find me if we keep moving around?”

Julie’s heart sank. There had been no money for presents this year, not even something small. Emily’s big brown eyes filled with sadness as her mother’s pause lengthened. Julie shook her head.

“Santa doesn’t need you to stay in one place, baby. He’ll find you.” She’d find a present for her little girl, if for no other reason than to try to hang onto her daughter’s innocence.

They stayed at the convenient store until the old man had to lock up. Julie thanked him again before heading to the car.

“I hope things work out for you and your young’un,” the man said as he locked the door behind them.

Julie drove down the highway and prayed they could make it to the next town. It was a bit smaller, but the Red Cross offices were there and they would find them some place warm to sleep. The old Ford began to slow.

“Come on only five miles to go,” Julie yelled at the car. “Please!”

The car continued to slow as Julie pulled onto the shoulder and once again laid her head on the steering wheel as the car let out one last sputter.

“Now what I am going to do?” Julie whispered. “It’s too cold to sleep in the car and we’re in the middle of no where.”

Emily tugged on her mother’s sleeve. “Mommy, should we go to that house and see if they’ll help us?”

Julie looked up and stared through the trees trying to see the house that Emily was pointing out. Just off the road, down in a valley, stood a little shack. Julie could barely make out a smoke stack. It would be a little tricky getting down the hill, but without some heat they wouldn’t make it through the night.

“Ready to go on an adventure, baby?” Julie asked. “Grab what you need for the night and we’ll go on a little snow hike.”

Emily grabbed her doll and the angel and shook her head. Julie zipped up Emily’s coat and tied her hood.

Taking a deep breath, Julie pulled the keys from the ignition and pulled her own hood up. “Here we go.”

The two huddled close as the picked their way down the hill, holding onto branches and bushes so they wouldn’t slip. Then they jogged across the snow covered valley to the little house. Right beside the front door sat enough firewood for the night.

Julie smiled as the front door slid open with only a groan of restraint. She hurried Emily inside, and then gathered the firewood and kindling. A box of long steamed matches and a kerosene lap sat on the windowsill beside the wood burning stove.

Lighting the lamp, Julie turned and started working on the fire as Emily surveyed their temporary shelter. She ran to the window on the opposite side of the stove and hung the silver angel on a small hook. “She might not have a tree, but this way she can still look over us.”

“Great idea, sweetie,” said Julie. The fire began to crackle and she motioned for Emily. “Come here, baby, and get warm. This beats that smelly old shelter, now we’ve got the warmest spots, without having to sleep on the floor.”

“And nobody’s gonna snore,” Emily said, giggling.

The black stove filled the one room shack with heat in no time and soon Julie and Emily were shedding their coats and shoes. Julie opened her duffle and pulled out a tattered copy of Twas the Night Before Christmas.

“Oh you brought it,” Emily squealed.

“Of course,” said Julie. “It’s not Christmas Eve until we’ve read this book. I could never leave it behind.”

After the story was finished, Julie and Emily sang every Christmas song they could remember, ending with a short jitterbug while Julie sang Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree.

“Mommy, this has been the best Christmas Eve ever,” said Emily, sliding to the floor in front of the stove after their dance.

“Its late honey, you should go to bed.” Julie carried her daughter to the small cot in the corner and covered her with her coat. “I’m glad you’ve had fun. Sleep well, baby.”

She sat on the floor beside the bed and smoothed Emily’s hair away from her eyes. She stared at her daughter for a long time. As much fun as they had that night, there was a moment Julie was afraid they’d freeze to death in the car. She couldn’t let that happen again. In the morning they’d walk to the next town and call her parents. She hadn’t wanted to take their help before, but now she knew it would be the best thing for Emily. Julie felt the world lift off her shoulders, before gradually falling asleep.

“Mommy wake up its Christmas and Santa didn’t come!” cried Emily. “I must’ve been a bad girl.”

Julie looked around the room, trying to remember where they were. Soon it all flooded back and her eyes focused on her crying daughter.

“It’s ok, darling,” she said, hugging her daughter tightly. “I’m sure Santa just got lost. You’ve been a very good girl. Its ok sweetie, I promise Santa will be able to find you next year and you’ll have more gifts than you can count.”

As she rocked her little girl, Julie looked around the one room shack they had taken refuge in during the storm. The stove no longer popped, but remained hot and other than the cot and a small chair there was nothing that could pass as a child’s present.

Julie looked up at the small silver angel and silently prayed, “Please help her understand.”

A light tap at the door brought Julie back to reality. Her daughter jumped, “Are they going to kick us out?”

“Hush now,” said Julie as she opened the door. There at her feet lay a five gallon gas can and a colorful present with a note attached: “Sorry I was late. Love, Santa.”

Julie ran out to the porch, looking for the secret Santa, finding only footprints in the snow.

Saturday, December 3, 2011

ANNA'S LEGACY SHOW

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Friday, December 2, 2011

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Thursday, December 1, 2011

ANNA'S LEGACY SHOW

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