Christmas Positive StoriesSanta's Prayer On Christmas Eve
By Warren D. JenningsThe sleigh was all packed, the reindeer were fed,
But Santa still knelt by the side of the bed.
"Dear Father," he prayed "Be with me tonight.
There's much work to do and my schedule is tight.
I must jump in my sleigh and streak through the sky,
Knowing full well that a reindeer can't fly
I will visit each household before the first light,
I'll cover the world and all in one night.
With sleighbells a-ringing, I'll land on each roof,
Amid the soft clatter of each little hoof.
To get in the house is the difficult part,
So I'll slide down the chimney of each child's heart.
My sack will hold toys to grant all their wishes.
The supply will be endless like the loaves and the fishes.
I will fill all the stockings and not leave a track.
I'll eat every cookie that is left for my snack.
I can do all these things Lord, only through You,
I just need your blessing, then it's easy to do.
All this is to honor the birth of the One,
That was sent to redeem us, Your most Holy Son.
So to all of my friends, least Your glory I rob,
Please Lord, remind them who gave me this job."
A Barn House Country Christmas
Copyright 1998, 1999 Melanie's HeartSpun Collections
A BEAUTIFUL STORY for Christmas
Bobby was getting cold sitting out in his back yard in the snow.
Bobby didn't wear boots; he didn't like them and anyway he didn't own
any. The thin sneakers he wore had a few holes in them and they did a
poor job of keeping out the cold. Bobby had been in his backyard for
about an hour already. And, try as he might, he could not come up with
an idea for his mother's Christmas gift.
He shook his head as he thought, "This is useless, even if I do
come up with an idea, I don't have any money to spend."
Ever since his father had passed away three years ago, the family
of five had struggled. It wasn't because his mother didn't care, or
try, there just never seemed to be enough. She worked nights at the
hospital, but the small wage that she was earning could only be
stretched so far.
What the family lacked in money and material things, they more than
made up for in love and family unity. Bobby had two older and one younger
sisters, who ran the house hold in their mother's absence. All three of
his sisters had already made beautiful gifts for their mother. Somehow
it just wasn't fair. Here it was Christmas Eve already, and he had
nothing.
Wiping a tear from his eye, Bobby kicked the snow and started to walk
down to the street where the shops and stores were. It wasn't easy
being six without a father, especially when he needed a man to talk to.
Bobby walked from shop to shop, looking into each decorated window.
Everything seemed so beautiful and so out of reach.
It was starting to get dark and Bobby reluctantly turned to walk home when
suddenly his eyes caught the glimmer of the setting sun's rays reflecting
off of something along the curb. He reached down and discovered a shiny
dime. Never before has anyone felt so wealthy as Bobby felt at that moment.
As he held his new found treasure, a warmth spread throughout his entire
body and he walked into the first store he saw. His excitement quickly
turned cold when the salesperson told him that he couldn't buy anything with
only a dime.
He saw a flower shop and went inside to wait in line. When the shop owner
asked if he could help him, Bobby presented the dime and asked if he could
buy one flower for his mother's Christmas gift. The shop owner looked at
Bobby and his ten cent offering. Then he put his hand on Bobby's shoulder
and said to him, "You just wait here and I'll see what I can do for you." As
Bobby waited he looked at the beautiful flowers and even though he was a
boy, he could see why mothers and girls liked flowers.
The sound of the door closing as the last customer left, jolted Bobby back
to reality. All alone in the shop, Bobby began to feel alone and afraid.
Suddenly the shop owner came out and moved to the counter. There, before
Bobby's eyes, lay twelve long stem, red roses, with leaves of green and tiny
white flowers all tied together with a big silver bow. Bobby's heart sank
as the owner picked them up and placed them gently into a long white box.
"That will be ten cents young man," the shop owner said reaching out his
hand for the dime.
Slowly, Bobby moved his hand to give the man his dime. Could this be
true? No one else would give him a thing for his dime! Sensing the boy's
reluctance,the shop owner added, "I just happened to have some roses on
sale for ten cents a dozen. Would you like them?" This time Bobby did not
hesitate, and when the man placed the long box into his hands, he knew
it was true. Walking out the door that the owner was holding for Bobby,
he heard the shopkeeper say, "Merry Christmas, son."
As he returned inside, the shop keeper's wife walked out. "Who were
you talking to back there and where are the roses you were fixing?"
Staring out the window, and blinking the tears from his own eyes,
he replied, "A strange thing happened to me this morning. While I was
setting up things to open the shop, I thought I heard a voice telling
me to set aside a dozen of my best roses for a special gift. I wasn't
sure at the time whether I had lost my mind or what, but I set them
aside anyway. Then just a few minutes ago, a little boy came into
the shop and wanted to buy a flower for his mother with one small dime.
"When I looked at him, I saw myself, many years ago. I too, was a poor
boy with nothing to buy my mother a Christmas gift. A bearded man,
whom I never knew, stopped me on the street and told me that he wanted
to give me ten dollars.
"When I saw that little boy tonight, I knew who that voice was, and I
put together a dozen of my very best roses." The shop owner and his
wife hugged each other tightly, and as they stepped out into the bitter
cold air, they somehow didn't feel cold at all.
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