December 7

 


The most amazing thing about the Christmas story is its relevance. It is at home in every age and fits into every mood of life. It is not simply a lovely tale once told, but eternally contemporary. It is the voice crying out in every wilderness. It is as meaningful in our time as in that long-ago night when shepherds followed the light of the star to the manger of Bethlehem. —Joseph R. Sizoo


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John 12:46 I am come a light into the world, that whosoever believeth on me should not abide in darkness.


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"Mary's Boy Child" (Official Music Video) | GENTRI (feat. Rise Up Children's Choir & Lyceum Phil.) - YouTube



Long time ago in Bethlehem

So the Holy bible say

Mary’s boy child, Jesus Christ,

Was born on Christmas Day


While shepherds watched their flocks by night

They saw a bright new shining star.

They heard a choir from heaven sing

The music came from afar


Hark now, hear the angels sing

A new king born today

And we will live forever more

Because of Christmas Day


Now Joseph and his wife Mary

Come to Bethlehem that night

They found no place to bear her child

Not a single room was in sight


Hark now, hear the angels sing

A new king born today

And we will live forever more

Because of Christmas Day


Trumpets sound and angels sing

Listen to what they say

That man will live forevermore

Because of Christmas Day


Gloria in excelsis deo

A new king born today

(glorias)

Mary’s boy child, Jesus Christ,

Was born on Christmas Day


Hark now, hear the angels sing

A new king born today

And we will live forever more

Because of Christmas Day


By and by they find a little nook

In a stable all forlorn

And in a manger cold and dark

Mary’s little boy was born


Long time ago in Bethlehem

So the Holy bible say

Mary’s boy child, Jesus Christ,

Was born on Christmas Day


Hark now, hear the angels sing

A new king born today

And we will live forever more

Because of Christmas Day


Trumpets sound and angels sing

Listen to what they say

That we will live forevermore

That we will live forevermore

That we will live forevermore

Because of Christmas Day


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TRADITION

Let me tell you a story about a family. Every year, they went through town and looked at the Christmas lights. Their tour always ended at a local church which sponsored a live nativity. All of the children were thrilled by the animals and giggled and laughed as they watched them romp around, even when one goat chewed on one of the children’s coats. Young parents who were members of that church took turns each year playing Mary and Joseph. One child stopped and carefully studied the nativity, the manger, the baby. Her grandmother said, “Isn’t that beautiful? Look at all the animals, at Mary, Joseph and the baby Jesus.” “It’s beautiful, Grandma. It is really nice. But isn’t Jesus ever going to grow up… he’s the same size as last year1

How many of our children really understand that there is more to Jesus than just his birth? For a possible new tradition this year, let’s include stories of the baby, the boy and the grown up Jesus. Without Christmas there would be no Easter, and without Easter, there would be no need for Christmas. His life is one circle.

I tried to think of a way to tie them altogether and thought a game might work. My children were all very competitive and loved games.

Here are some trivia questions to use in a game. For the youngest children, you might need to make these multiple choice. Here are a few I’ve come up with. Make up your own questions, let older children make them up and be in charge. Take the opportunity to tell the whole story. ~~ Marilee


Where did Mary and Joseph live before Jesus was born?

Was Jesus born in Jerusalem or Bethlehem?

Where did Jesus sleep when he was a new baby?

What animals does the bible tell us were in the stable?

How many wisemen say does the bible say came to visit Jesus?

What was special about Mary?

Who warned Mary and Joseph to leave Bethlehem?

Where did they go?

Who was Jesus’ true father?

Where did Jesus go when he turned 12?

What did he do there?

Were his parents worried about him?

What was Jesus first miracle?

Jesus said to ________

How long was his ministry?

How old was he when he died?

Why did he die?

Where is he today?



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20 years ago, Joan and I were in a yahoo group together.  We shared many stories.  This is one of hers 



THE LAMB AND THE LIGHT

A Christmas Story by Joan Goble, 2004


Marney was so excited! Her little heart was beating in anxious delight as she was helping her mother trim the tree and decorate the house. She held the figure of a little lamb tightly in her fingers so she wouldn’t drop it.

“Don’t squeeze the lamb so hard dear, it is very delicate and you might crush it, put it by the baby Jesus. “

“Ok, Mommy,” she said, and reluctantly she placed the figure of the little lamb in the CrΓ¨che under the tree.

“The little lamb also has a meaning, dear. It is the symbol of our Lord Jesus, who was called the ‘Lamb of God’. He was called the lamb, because in the ancient days the Prophets looked forward to his coming, and lambs were sacrificed as a remembrance of the Lord Jesus who would be born, and who would die for us so that we would be able to go back to live with our Heavenly Father someday. We take the sacrament for the same reason now, dear.”

Marney didn’t understand much of what Mommy was talking about, she just knew that every time she said her prayers that she had a warm feeling inside that told her that Jesus loved her. She bent over the CrΓ¨che, touching each figure of the manger scene, ever so gently with her pudgy finger. She let her finger linger for a while longer on the baby Jesus, and then back to the little lamb.

“Lambs are a lot like babies, Marney,” said Mommy. “They are very helpless and small and need a lot of watching and care. Jesus called us his lambs and his sheep, and he also said that he was the Good Shepherd.”

“Oh, Mommy, Jesus is just a little tiny baby. These are the shepherds. You tell funny jokes sometimes.”

“Yes dear, Jesus was born a tiny baby in a manger, just like you see in the CrΓ¨che. But he grew up to be our Lord and Savior. Just like your daddy was once a little baby and grew up to be your daddy.”

When you are four years old, big words like “Lord and Savior and symbol” are a little confusing, but Marney still was happy and excited about getting ready for Christmas, and she was feeling a warm glow in her heart that told her that Mommy was telling the truth and sometime she would understand more.

Mommy was standing on a step stool, placing a glowing star right up on top. “Why do we put a star on top of the tree, Mommy?”

“Long ago the prophets said that Heavenly Father would send a new, bright star to tell people that the Lord Jesus had been born. The new bright star appeared in the sky, just like the prophets said it would. It was a sign that Jesus is the Light of the World. It guided the Wisemen to see the baby Jesus; they had been watching the sky for it to appear.”

“Did the baby Jesus shine like a star, Mommy?”

“Let me explain it to you, dear. Do you remember a while ago when I plugged in the string of lights, and look at them to see if any were burned out and needed to be replaced?” Marney nodded her head thoughtfully. “Well, come over here and touch the light bulbs, now that the lights have been unplugged.” Marney wrapped her fingers around some of the bulbs.

“They feel kind of warm,” she said.

“How did you feel in your heart at Home Night when Daddy told you how much he loves Jesus and that he knows He is real?”

“I felt warm in my heart and my tummy. I felt like laughing and crying at the same time,” said Marney.

“Well, Marney. We can’t see the light on the Christmas bulbs anymore, but we can feel that they are warm. You can’t see the light in your heart, but you can feel it is warm. That is the light of the Spirit of the Lord. That is your heart light, dear. Jesus is the Light of the World because his spirit shines in our hearts. The Lord Jesus sends His Spirit to us, because He can’t be with us in person like He was when He came as a little baby. When the shepherds came to see the little baby Jesus, they could feel the light of His spirit shining in their hearts, too.”.

“If Jesus came and stood here, you would see that He shines like the sun, Marney dear. But He can’t stand here with us right now, so He sends us His spirit to light up your heart light.”

Mommy finished putting the long string of lights on the tree, and then she plugged it in. Marney looked at the sparkling lights in awe. “They look just like a zillion sparkling stars!” squealed Marney.

“When you look at all the beautiful Christmas lights, Marney, think about the Christmas Star that Heavenly Father sent us to tell us that the baby Jesus was born, and that He is the Light of the World. And think about your heart-light-- the warm feeling you have inside you that is His Holy Spirit shining in your heart and soul.”

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Marney was standing and looking at the newly decorated tree, holding her newborn baby girl and watching as Ken was plugging in the lights, and the tree blazed into holiday glory. She remembered back to that day she had helped her mother decorate the tree so long ago. She now understood to some extent, what love really was, and the meaning of the words “Light of the World and Lamb of God.”But she still knew, as she knew back then as a tiny four year old, the feeling of her heart-light, and the Knowing, beyond words, of the Love of the Spirit of Christ in her heart.

For me, the miracle of these Christmas lights is a special blessing. It is a special gift that I have been granted each time I look over to the little remembrance of lights I say a prayer of thanksgiving for all that Christ did for me, because He loved me, because He is the Light of the World and the Lamb of God.

For me this is truly a miracle that I witness each day and night. I don't know when these lights will start to fade but I know the miracle of it all is this ~ the brightest lights of love, always remain in our hearts and souls forever ~ they are never extinguished. We are all a part of life's miracle ~ each one of us emits a special glow and hopefully our glow will always remain.

I wish you love and an abundance of light always.


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For nativity crafts, goto my pinterest and look in crafts for children. I have many different projects that are easy and fast. I also have many fun treats ~~ Marilee


December 6, 2021

There is no better time than now, this very Christmas season, for all of us to rededicate ourselves to the principles taught by Jesus the Christ. It is the time to love the Lord, our God, with all our heart—and our neighbors as ourselves. Thomas S. Monson


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Zephaniah 3:17 The LORD your God is in your midst, a mighty one who will save; he will rejoice over you with gladness; he will quiet you by his love; he will exult over you with loud singing.


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Candle In The Window
written by Susan Longacre, Gary Baker, James Walton Aldridge Jr.
Performed by Alabama
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oQT4HPUsJlU

There's a road that I remember leading to a special place
Where the door was always open to a smiling face
There's a picture on the mantle of a boy that looks like me
It's always the same, there's a stocking with my name

And a candle in the window, a flame against the night
There's a candle in the window, like God's perfect light
It don't take a lot of money to know what riches are
Just a candle in the window, oh it's Christmas in your heart, in your heart

Maybe it's just wishful thinking, I can hear the sleigh bells ring
Almost taste the pie she's baking, it's Christmas Eve

There's a candle in the window, there's a flame against the night
There's candle in the window, like God's perfect light
It don't take lots of money to know what riches are
Just a candle in the window and Christmas in your heart

Wherever the years may take me, no matter how far I go
There's going to be a candle burning, it's always nice to know
It don't take a lot of money to know what riches are
A simple candle in the window and Christmas in your heart
Your heart, your heart

A candle in the window
A candle in the window



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I have been looking through past Christmas musings I’ve written and found this from 2013. I no longer know who the mother or her daughter were. Time has stolen their names from me, but I remember their story.


I was on the bicycle at physical therapy yesterday when a lady came in with her daughter. The lady went right back to the therapy room and her daughter came and climbed on the bike next to me. She chattered and talked about Christmas (can you imagine that?) She told me about all of the cooking they were doing and the decorations and the presents under the tree. I asked her what Santa was going to bring her. Her response surprised me. She scowled and said, “Santa better not bring me anything! I wrote him a letter and told him not to bring me any presents.” I asked her why. She looked up at me with this beautiful, innocent face and informed me that she told Santa he should give all of her presents to the poor kids, they needed them. All she wanted, or needed, was for him to make her mama not hurt any more. Oh, how I wish it was that easy. I told her that sometimes it takes time for the body to heal –time and lots of prayers.”

She loved her mother so much, and love is what Christmas is all about. “Christmas, my child, is love in action. Every time we love, every time we give, it’s Christmas.” Dale Evans Rogers

I remembered how much that child wanted her toys to go to children in need. Then I recalled being in the Dollar store and overhearing a woman talking to her children. They only had a few dollars to buy Christmas presents for their siblings and the children wanted just a little more—$1 dollar that they could give 2 presents instead of 1. Their Mom explained there just wasn’t any more money. As they turned away, I “found” some dollar bills on the toy aisle and asked the kids if they knew who this money was for. I told them that I found a note there saying it was for anyone who needed a little more money to buy presents for their family. The mother, of course, knew where the money came from. 5 $1.00 bills didn’t mean anything to me, but for them, it made a HUGE difference. Take the opportunity to find a new sharing project to add to your Christmas traditions.



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Here is a good story about sharing from8 Inspiring Stories That Show the True Meaning of Christmas” 8 Christmas Stories That Show the True Meaning of Christmas (camillestyles.co All of the stories are worth reading


The Homeless Man With Terminal Cancer Who Gave Everything He Had

A homeless man in Colorado used what little he had to give a selfless gift during a toy drive at a local Walmart. Glen McCarthy walked to Walmart to get a cup of coffee, and was instantly touched by the toy drive that was going on. He ended up buying a Barbie and a Hot Wheels set, but he couldn’t stop thinking about a shiny new kid’s bike he saw “And I looked at that bike, and the bike was marked $59, but the tag underneath it said $44,”he said.

It’s not a lot of money for some, but for Glen, it was nearly everything. Later that night, he still couldn’t stop thinking about the bike and how happy it would make a kid in his shoes, come Christmas morning. He walked back to Walmart and asked about the bike, since the tag listed two different prices. Once a clerk realized what he was doing, she told him that he could have the bike for $44.

I got to thinking, this is probably going to be my last Christmas. I’m no one, so might as well make some little kid happy. It took my losing everything to realize that I’m happier now in my life than when I had when I had big money,” he said.

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Crock Pot Chicken Divan
2-3 cups cut up chicken (lg. chunks)
1/2 sm. onion, chopped
1 can cream of chicken soup
1/2 c. margarine
3 tbsp. flour
2 stalks celery, thinly sliced
1 pkg. (10 oz.) frozen broccoli
1/2 tsp. curry
1 tbsp. lemon juice
Hot buttered noodles

Combine everything, but noodles. Pour into lightly greased crock pot and cook on low setting 6 to 8 hours (high 2 to 3 hours). Serve with hot noodles, spooning over top. Makes 2 quarts. Serves 4 to 6.


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Sweet Baby Jesus
poem by © Edna Massimilla
extracted from http://www.share-christmas.com/poems/babejesus/

Sweet Baby, Jesus, gentle and mild
Born in a manger, sweet, Holy, Child,
Shepherds and Wise Men came from afar,
Seeking a Savior, they followed a star,

Sweet Baby, Jesus, sent from above,
Son of our Father gift of God's love,
In realms of glory, angels did sing
Heavens rejoiced as they welcomed a King.

Sweet Baby, Jesus, Mary's sweet Child,
Light of our life, sweet Babe so mild,
There in a manger, Thou art adored,
Jesus, we greet Thee, our Savior, our Lord.

Sweet Baby, Jesus, send peace to earth,
Lift up all hearts through Thy holy birth.
Now at Thy crib, as evening draws nigh,
Hear this our praises from earth to the skies.


All the Christmas presents in the world are worth nothing without the presence of Christ." -David Jeremiah



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1 John 4:9-10
9  This is how God showed His love among us:  He sent His one and only Son into the world that we might live through him.

10  this love:  not that we loved God, but that He loved us and sent His Son as an atoning sacrifice for our sins.


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Good Sabbath, everyone.

Today is my sweet husband's birthday.  Each year, in his honor, I post a Christmas love story on my blog. He has been my life, my love, my heart for 47 years.  This year, I'm posting the greatest love story of them all in honor of Him who gave us our lives, our loves, and whose love fills our hearts eternally.  ~~  Marilee


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SILENT NIGHT - Beautiful Christmas Instrumental - Violin Cello Piano - YouTube


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    The Night The Angels Sang
    by Jim Bishop


    Joseph apologized to Mary. He was sorry that the Hospice of Chamaan had no room for her and ashamed that he had failed her in this hour.

    Mary studied her husband, a tender smile on her face. She told her husband that he had not failed her; he had been good and tender and lawful. Mary looked around at the haltered cattle, the few lambs, some asses and a camel. If it is the will of God, she said, that His son be born in a place like this, she would not question it.

    She asked Joseph to go outside and tend the fire and to remain there until she called him.  Joseph did so, heating the water and praying ... when he heard a tiny, thin wail.  He wanted to rush in at once. He got to his feet, and moved no further.  She would call.

    “Joseph.” It was a soft call, but he heard it. He hurried inside.

    Mary smiled at her husband as he bent far over to look. There among the cloths, he saw the tiny face of an infant. This, said Joseph to himself, is the one of whom the angels spake. He dropped to his knees.

    Down in the valley, sheep huddled against the chill–when the deep night sky was split with light. The sleeping shepherds awakened and, in fear, hid their eyes in the folds of their garments. Then an angel appeared in bodily form, standing in the air over the valley.

    “Do not fear,” the angel said slowly. “I bring you good news of great joy. A Savior who is the Lord Messias, was born to you today in David’s town. And this shall serve you as a token: You will find an infant wrapped in swaddling clothes and cradled in a manger.”

    There was nothing frightening in that news. It had been promised by God a long time ago. The shepherds knew that they were not sleeping. This thing was happening, happening to lonely and despised men in a valley beneath Bethlehem.

    They were still dwelling on the wonders of God and His works when the angel was  joined by hundreds of others, who appeared brightly in the night sky, and began to sing a Heavenly chorus:
    “Glory to God in the heaven above, and on earth peace to men of good will.”



 I forgot to attach the song.


The Piano Guys - The Sweetest Gift (ft. Craig Aven) (Official Video) - YouTube


I’m not gonna lie
Christmas really hurts this time
Cause you’re not here to celebrate with me
Tears fill my eyes
The memories flood my mind
As I place your ornament upon our tree
Although this year I have a broken heart
It gives me hope and joy as I remember where you are

You’re with the Son of God
You’re with the Prince of Peace
You’re with the one who’s celebrating
And that thought amazes me
Sometimes I still break down
Grieving that we’re apart
But the sweetest gift is knowing where you are
You’re with the Son of God

Got your picture in the frame
And a stocking with your name
Oh God knows it’s been hard letting go
And I can’t bring you back but I’ll see you again
And all that thought is healing to my soul
I’ll miss making angels with you in the snow
I guess instead you will be singing with them all around God’s throne

You’re with the Son of God
You’re with the Prince of Peace
You’re with the one who’s celebrating
And that thought amazes me
Sometimes I still break down
Grieving that we’re apart
But the sweetest gift is knowing where you are
Cause you’re with the Son of God

And I know the Christmas season was your favorite time of year
You loved to help us decorate our tree
But now that you’re with Jesus
Can’t imagine how you feel cause he’s the one who bleed and died upon
The tree for you and me

You’re with the Son of God
You’re with the Prince of Peace
You’re with the one who’s celebrating
And that thought amazes me
Sometimes I still break down
Grieving that we’re apart
But the sweetest gift is knowing where you are
Yes, the sweetest gift is knowing where you are
Yes, the sweetest gift is knowing you’re in his arms
You’re with the Son of God

 


As a word of caution, today’s blog deals with grief and loss.

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The joy of brightening other lives, bearing each others’ burdens, easing each other’s loads and supplanting empty hearts and lives with generous gifts becomes for us the magic of the holidays.” — W.C. Jones


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John 3:16 For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.



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7 can soup from Debbie M.


1 can (15 ounces) black beans, drained and rinsed

1 can (15 ounces) pinto beans, drained and rinsed

1 can (14.5 ounces) petite diced tomatoes

1 can (15 ounces) sweet corn, drained

1 can (12.5 ounces) chicken breast, drained & flaked (I tried this, but used leftover chicken instead of canned)

1 large can (28 ounces) green enchilada sauce

1 can (14 ounces) chicken broth

1 packet taco seasoning

1/2 teaspoon cumin

1/2 teaspoon chili powder

1/2 teaspoon garlic powder

Toppings:• Shredded cheese• Tortilla chips• Lime wedges

Combine all the ingredients into a large pot and boil over medium-high heat. Reduce the heat and let simmer for 20-25 minutes. Serve warm with shredded cheese, tortilla chips, and lime wedges, if desired



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TRADITION

Remember those around you who have experienced a loss of some kind this past year, loss of a spouse, a job, a friend, a pet. 

Sometimes we avoid people who are grieving. We don’t know what to say. We don’t feel comfortable. How can we wish them a “Merry Christmas?” How can we help? What if I say something wrong? Those are all valid concerns. There is never a good time for grief and loss and there is no “right” way to grieve. There are things which we can do to help people feel less alone. Let them cry whenever they want, no questions asked. Be there with a hug. Talk to them about their loved one. Use their loved one’s name. They need to know their loved one is remembered. Share a memory, a picture. Invite your friend to your holiday activities but make sure they know that if they can’t come, you understand and it’s all right. Let’s imagine they come to your get together and seem to be okay, but then they start crying. Find a quiet place for them, let them know that you care, and that’s it fine. Don’t tell them not to cry or that it’s time to move on. Grief takes as long as it takes. I had a friend who died of cancer. She wanted to talk to someone about her fears and concerns, but didn’t want to burden her children or make them feel sad. She talked to me. My daughter’s father-in-law is dying of cancer. This will be his last Christmas. My daughter doesn’t want to talk about death or cancer. It hurts. Another friend’s daughter is going through a messy divorce. My friend is full of anger for her daughter and for the death of her dreams. I'm not a trained counselor, but I worked with hospice for 20 years and learned a lot about coping with grief. 

Once again, there is never a good time for grief and loss. There is no “right” way to grieve. Respect that, and find a way to say “I love you.”  Share with your family what it means to "mourn with those that mourn" and to "comfort those in need of comfort."~~ Marilee



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I really enjoy reading Bob Perks articles and stories. I hope that you will enjoy this one. ~~ Marilee

"You've got to believe!" By Bob Perks

Bob@BobPerks.com

"Do you think we can save him?" the young boy asked.

"I don't know. He's in bad shape. I don't believe we can," another boy added.

"You've got to believe. We need him. He's important you know," the youngest child said. "He's the Christmas Snowman."

"It'll take some work, but we can do it," the first child replied.

Just a few days before they had worked for hours creating the perfect Christmas snowman. It was a town tradition to have one there in the park for the big day. Warmer temperatures, a little rain and wind had sadly carved away some of the finer points of this work of art. His hat was missing, only one eye remained and his carrot nose apparently made for a tasty lunch for some hungry rabbits.

"But there isn't much snow to work with," another child added.

Much of the snow nearby had melted.

"Look over there, Old man Jeffries yard has plenty of snow. The sun doesn't shine over there," the first child.

"I'm not going there. He's mean."

"Then we'll never get it done!"

The three boys sat quietly on a nearby bench just a few feet away from the snowman.

Suddenly the youngest boy spoke up. "I'll go ask him. I'll go see Old man Jeffries. He can't be that mean!"

The older boys were amazed at his bravery. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Maybe he'll lock you up and you'll miss Christmas," one boy said.

"Oh, go on. It's just snow. What's he going to do with it, anyway?" the youngest replied.

The two boys stayed on the bench and watched as the youngest cut through the trees that separated the park from the man's yard.

The child walked up on the porch and knocked on the door.

In what seemed like an eternity, the old man finally came to the door.

The brave boy's friends jumped to their feet in anticipation. Not so much ready to run to his aid, but ready to run away screaming in fear. There was really nothing to fear at all. The stories of the old man were local tales made up in the minds of children with more imagination than sense.

The door closed and the young boy ran toward his friends.

"Is he coming after us?" one child yelled.

"No, he's coming to help us," the child replied.

"No way!"

"He went to get his coat and a wheel barrel. He has two shovels and will meet us outside in a minute."

The youngest boy ran back to the house while the other two walked slowly, cautiously toward him.

"Come on, you slow pokes," the old man yelled. "We've got some snow man building to do."

One by one they loaded the wheel barrel with as much snow as they could handle. Mr. Jeffries gathered a few pieces of coal for the eyes, a new carrot and an old hat he had in the closet.

"I never thought...well...it's just that I thought you were mean," the oldest boy said.

Mr. Jeffries just laughed at him.

"Why did you want to help us?" the other one asked.

"I have lived in that small house for many years and I have enjoyed watching the neighborhood children build a snowman in this exact spot each year just before Christmas. It's a tradition, you know. I was worried about him this year, too. I watched him crumbling and melting away the last few days. I knew he had to make it for Christmas. I would sneak out late at night each year and keep the other snowmen in shape. No one ever knew it. I'm not supposed to be doing things like this. They tell me I'm too old, but if you didn't fix the snowman I would have tried by myself," he said.

"Well, we did it together," the youngest said.

The four of them stood proudly in front the newest and biggest snowman that town had ever seen.

"Excellent!" Mr. Jeffries said.

"Excellent!" the boys all said in agreement.

"Well, I better get home," one boy said.

"Me too," added another.

"It is Christmas Eve. You better get ready for Santa," Mr. Jeffries added.

Then waving goodbye they all went their separate ways.

In the early afternoon on Christmas Day, the youngest boy headed for the park to meet his friends.

He had a brand new sled and a brand new friend he wanted to share it with. Old man Jeffries.

As he approached the park he could hear sirens. His friends were standing on Mr. Jeffries front porch.

"What's wrong?" the youngest yelled.

"It's old man Jeffries...he needs help!"

"Look out. Clear the way!" the medic screamed.

The three boys stood just outside the door.

"Is he okay?" the young boy asked. "Is he okay?"

There was an odd silence in the room. Mr. Jeffries, barely responding, turned his head toward the boy and smiled.

"I made it till Christmas...just like the snowman," he whispered.

"Do you think we can save him?" one man asked.

"I don't know. He's in bad shape. I don't believe we can."

"You've got to believe. We need him. He's important you know," the young boy said crying.

"He saved the Christmas snowman," he added.

They rushed him away in the ambulance.

It wasn't until later that day that they got the word. Mr. Jeffries had died.

But, there is a magic in Christmas unlike any other day.

It has been twenty five years since that day and until this very Christmas it is an annual event, a competition of sorts, to build the best Christmas Snowman in what has officially become "Old Jeffries Park."

You see, that young boy grew up to be the Mayor.

Ask him how and he'll reply, "You've got to believe!""I believe in you!" Bob Perks

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