A Story
No Place for a Baby
Little Marcia liked the colourful Christmas decorations. One house had flashing lights. Another had an inflatable Santa that chortled as you neared.
A miniature stable was on a snowy lawn. Marcia took a closer look. Inside was a mother, father and baby, but the baby didn't have a crib. It was lying on straw in a trough. A donkey and sheep were eating the straw. Some dirty shepherds were the touching the baby. Three men in fancy robes looked scary. Marcia shuddered.
Poor little baby. Why would someone put this up for Christmas?
Santa and sparkly lights were so much better.
The bay is mostly frozen.
Another Story
Christmas Joy
In the frosty cold, we helped Dad cut down a Charlie Brown Christmas tree. Its spicy aroma wafted around us as we decorated it with mismatched ornaments that shimmered with multi-coloured reflections from the tree lights.
Later, giggling with excitement, we wrapped our home-made presents: knitted mittens, hand-painted calendars.
At the Christmas eve church service, I almost fainted as the glowing candles used up most of the oxygen. Beloved, joyful carols revived me.
Christmas day was warm and cozy as we opened presents, played in the snow, and ate turkey dinner.
Heavenly arms embraced us as we fell asleep.
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