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Storytime Tapestry Newsletter The newsletter devoted to
spreading love and cultural awareness around the world. Our Christmas, Channukah,
Kwanzaa, New Years, holidays Contest Today’s Announcements I am wishing everyone a wonderful
Christmas eve. Angela Walker’s dog peaches
went to the groomer and a terrible accident happened resulting in the dog
having to have surgery. She is fine now.
Praise the Lord Hi Bill, Can you please pass on to
everyone. I am so excited
and crying tears of joy. I have gotten the best Christmas present
ever, my baby girl is home! She will have to be kept quite for about 3
weeks but she should make a full recovery. Thank you so much for your
emails and prayers. Peaches sends big hugs.
Angela, Owned by Chloe,
Bella, http://www.loveourpets.com/mycolliehaven Petfinder Administrator www.houstoncollierescue.petfinder.com "A dog might
outgrow your lap, but not your heart" Thank you so much for your
prayers for my Peaches. I picked her up this morning from the
emergency clinic and transported her back to my vet. She
will recover from surgery there. There is a high risk of
infection so she is not out of the woods yet, but it is looking
hopeful. Thank you again for thinking
and praying for Peaches. She is a wonderful, beautiful, collie
girl. I am attaching a picture of her. Hugs, Angela Angela, Owned
by Chloe, Bella, http://www.loveourpets.com/mycolliehaven Petfinder Administrator www.houstoncollierescue.petfinder.com "A dog might
outgrow your lap, but not your heart" Donations are needed to help with the
operating expenses of running the newsletter and to keep Storytime Tapestry the
quality newsletter you are so accustomed to.
Please note that Storytime Tapestry is a
free newsletter to members and there will never be a cost for the newsletter. Donations are purely voluntary and no member
should ever feel guilty for not making a donation at this time. Today’s Contest Stories ~**~**~ The Broken Runner On St.Nick's Sled Tink and Poo One Christmas Eve, on Santa trips, just as he was about
loaded up, one of the runners gave way. You know the old boy just has to
much of a load on, and he still got more to pack aboard. He was in a
huff and puff as what to do. Now he figured even with a broken runner he
might be able to get the thing in the air, it was all the landings that
troubled him. Well not to worry. there is Tink and Poo with a helping
paw. Now we got to thinking, and figured out a plan of attack on this
problem. At first it was thought we might be able to get some super glue
ideas from Ma Baker. You know she is a master mind on the many
things super glue is good for. So we rang her up on the So we found a thin rail of steel at Joe Goldberg Iron and
Metal. We talked to his lovely daughter. We always go to the boss wife,
or daughter.. Get faster action. No use talking to Ralph, that be her
husband. Any ways she said better get an extra, never know if the
other runner might not snap under the heavy load. You know Mr.Joe he did a
right good job of teaching her how to run the place. He is up there in
Heaven now with his lovely wife of many years. Nicer people you can't find no
where then those two. Well we got the one runner fixed up like new, but just
for safety, we went ahead and tacked the other strip on the other
runner. And it was a good thing we did,, as it was looking weak in one
place. At last the sled was ready, but Santa, said you boys
better climb aboard, I think we might need your help tonight, we're all
ready about an hour later getting this thing off the ground. . So we got to at last get a ride on his sled. He got
the last load on and away we went, off into the wild blue yonder. Well it
is black yonder with it being night time you know.. But we got the twinkling
stars to help us along the way. Now Santa had a plan. The plan was he would
glide the sled in real close.. and we would grab the toys for each drop off,
and do the real delivery. We are little you know,, and we just slid down
the roof tops and drop the toys and hopped right back on for the next air lift
drop. Boy was it fun, here we are just having a ball. You know when
we got back to starting point, he say it worked so good, he was going to do it
every year. So if you please, forget the glass of milk and
cookies. We like doggie treats. Thank you and to all a Good Night,
and a Very Merry Christmas.
Tinker and Poo; The Boys Write http://www.iuniverse.com/bookstore/book_detail.asp?&isbn=0-595-35741-5 ~**~**~ Blue Christmas Bill Walker For many, we have what is called a white Christmas, a
time of joy, and I guess that is the way it should be. But have you
ever gave it a thought why so many, Christmas is not a time of joy? I know of a few that goes into deep depression at this time
of year, and if you walked in their shoes a bit you might understand. Those will see the many that is all worked up on gift
buying, gift giving and so on; the big family get together, hear of the
plans for the special day, or days of Christmas time. For some those days bring
back sad things that happened about this time of year. Memories that will
not just wash away, not this year, and for years to come, maybe never wash
away. I will promise you one thing. There will be many this
year, just like in the years. past that was all ready for a big happy
Christmas. Had the house all decked out in the latest fashions of
Christmas. Then the knock at the door came. The knock at the door. Deaths angel came and knocked
on the door. Have you ever had that to happen? At any time of the
year it is sad, Christmas is worse, your Christmas days, your Happy, Merry
Christmas is all over, and done with. Christmas will never be the same. From that time on, you will have what is called the Blue
Christmas. A time of year, to see others all worked up looking forward to
Christmas time, and day, and the coming Happy New Year stuff. I remembered one such man. I always noticed he acted
strange about Christmas time, I often wondered some about the ways he
did. He was a mail man, I noticed he always seemed to stop being
friendly about that time of year, moved on the route a bit faster.
I figured it was due to the added load of mail at that time of year. One early morning a couple days before Christmas day, I
got a call to the local jail. My mail man was in a cell, dead. The
people in charge said he took his own life. I still don't think so, but
may have, who am I anyways, other then a flunky? I never studied any
thing of such nature. Over time and hearing stories, it may be, but I
still don't hardly think so.. You see I also know there was things that
point to it could not be a death as the wheels said. I think it was just an
easy way of clearing the books. The main story was he was in depression at this time of
year. Years ago back in his life, he felt like something he did caused a
friend of his to die at Christmas time, he never got over it. The week before Christmas many years ago. We was all worked
up for a Merry Christmas, the plans was this year not any big gifts, maybe a
big dinner, and a little extra trim on the lights and so on. The tree in
front of the door, was getting a little bigger, so a couple extra sets of
pretty blue lights was put on it. We always had blue lights for it.
The big family gift was parked in the garage, a brand new 1968 Buick Rivera,
with all the goodies. It was a left over model, the new 1969 models was just
out. The dealer made a good deal, and besides it was just like the new
model, but for a little trim change. It was a super gift for the Walkers. The knock at the door, came the evening of Saturday
21st. of December, 1968. Mother went to the door, no one
there. At The Blue Lights of the Christmas tree at the door,
never was turned on again. It is a Blue Christmas at my
house. Tinker and Poo; The Boys Write http://www.iuniverse.com/bookstore/book_detail.asp?&isbn=0-595-35741-5 ~**~**~ ValueSpeak
A Weekly Column By Joseph Walker valuespeak@msn.com WHAT WOULD SANTA DO? Joe Walker It was
late Christmas Eve, and Chris was finally making his nightly fatherly rounds. Thankfully,
the children were . . . you know . . . the whole “nestled all snug in their
beds” thing. And while Chris couldn’t
vouch for any dancing sugarplums – visionary or otherwise – the children did
seem sweetly, blissfully content. Even
Blizzard seemed unusually peaceful.
Blizzard was 8-year-old Steven’s white speckled hamster, and he was
usually still scampering around his little glass house when Chris came in to
turn out the lights and tuck Steven in bed.
But on this Christmas Eve, Blizzard was just . . . you know . . .
sitting there. Well, actually, laying
there. Awkwardly. Motionless. Really, really motionless. Like he was asleep. Like he was in a coma. Like he was . . Suddenly
that particular Christmas Eve took a decidedly Dickensian turn: “Blizzard was
dead. There was no doubt whatever about
that . . . Old Blizzard was dead as a door-nail.” And
Chris wasn’t sure what to do about it. “All I
could think of was Steven waking up on Christmas morning, horrified to discover
his cold, dead pet,” Chris said. “I
didn’t want to have that happen. And yet
I knew he would notice if Blizzard wasn’t there in the morning. So the hamster couldn’t just . . .
disappear.” Unfortunately,
there isn’t a chapter in the Parent’s Handbook for “What to do When Your
Child’s Hamster Dies on Christmas Eve.”
Chris searched his heart for an appropriate response. “And
then I had the strangest thought,” Chris said.
“For some reason I asked myself something I had never asked myself
before: What would Santa do?” A course
of action immediately became clear to Chris.
He carefully retrieved Blizzard’s body – may he rest in peace – and
replaced it with a handwritten note. “Dear
Steven,” the note read. “Before I left
the presents under your tree and treats in your stocking I checked to make sure
you were asleep. Unfortunately, I
noticed that Blizzard had gone to hamster heaven. Don’t worry – I’ll pick out a new hamster
tomorrow and send it to you. You’ve been
a very good boy. You deserve a very
special hamster. Love, Santa.” On
Christmas morning Steven burst into his parents’ room with his note from
Santa. He was excited. Then he was sad. Then he was excited again. The day after Christmas a new hamster arrived
– just like Santa promised – and Steven was delighted. So, evidently, was Rudolph (well, what else
are you going to name a Christmas hamster with a red nose?). And
Steven’s dad was grateful that he could figure out what Santa would do. Now,
some may feel that the “what would Santa do?” approach is a tad irreverent –
especially since it features a character whose very existence is . . shall we
say “controversial”? By no means am I
suggesting that we deflect focus from the Real, True Hero of Christmas, whose
birth we commemorate during this wonderful season. But what would be wrong with occasionally
trying to do what Santa would do? For example, we know that Santa is
jolly. The world could certainly use
more “jolly” these days, don’t you think?
Santa is also a giver. Giving is
good, isn’t it – especially when the giver expects so little in return? Santa works hard all year to reward “nice” –
not “naughty.” After watching the 2006
antics of sports stars and pseudo-celebrities, I’m all for that. As a
holiday figure, Santa represents only good things: happiness, giving, caring,
sharing, loving, motivating – traits that might also be applied to that real,
true Hero we were just talking about.
These are all things that He would do. And, it
turns out, it’s what Santa would do, too. Merry
Christmas! Poetry Contest Section ~**~**~ You Think You’ve Got Problem By Nell Berry 12/1970 Listen my children, I’ve a story to tell. Its Christmas Eve and all is well. Outside the snowflakes softly fall, preparing the scene for Santa’s call. When out of the sky there is such a noise, you’d think St. Nick had lost his poise. “Be careful Prancer, Dancer and Cupid. Rudolph, watch out for that wall, stupid.” While Rudolph’s red nose lights the way, Santa’s keen eyes clears the way for the
sleigh. Just as they are about to land, forsoothe, Nimble Dasher kicks a hole in the roof. “What’s the matter with you, you dumb
reindeer? It’s the same thing every year. You’re so awkward and clumsy,” he bellows
and bleats, “Why can’t you be graceful and land on your
feet?” As soon as the hole in the roof had been
patched, Santa picked up his pack, and stopped dead
in his tracks. A look of confusion is replaced by surprise,
he rubbed his gloved hand over his eyes. “What’s going on here? Where’s the chimney? My gosh, I don’t think they have any!” Just then Rudolph’s nose gave a blink. “That’s all I need!” Santa thinks, “If Rudolph’s nose goes out while we’re
here, I won’t find my way home with these silly
reindeer. Oh well, I’ll think about that later. Right now, there’s this other matter.” He thought for a minute, then as before, again took his pack, “I’ll just use the
door.” But suddenly without warning, he slipped and
fell. Almost before he could stop, he started to
yell. Then in a flash, he sprang to his feet, brushed off the snow, he wouldn’t be beat. He wasn’t to be stopped when he found the
door locked. After all that had happened, he wasn’t too
shocked. “Maybe there’s a window that was left ajar, now let me see, where’s that crowbar?” Looking like a burglar, he entered at last, placed the gifts round the tree, none too
fast, for he hadn’t much time, it soon would be
day, he had to get finished and be on his way. But his problems weren’t over, there was
still Rudolph’s nose, he ran to the sleigh and stood on tip toes. “Is your nose Okay, Rudolph? Will it give
enough light? Can you find the way home, on this night of
all nights?” Nodding his head, as if to reply, Rudolph shined his nose right in Santa’s
eye. Santa blinked, and jumped in the sleigh, and as they were leaving, I heard him say, “Boy, oh boy, has this been a bummer! Why didn’t God make me a plumber?” Nell Berry lberry001@centurytel.net ~**~**~ The Light of Christmas By Nell Berry Keep the Light of Christmas shining, lighting paths that may have dimmed. Show the way of love divining, giving hope and peace within. Tell again the old, old story, how a
Babe in born to her, a virgin lowly, sent
to save us all from sin. Chorus Angels there appeared in glory, telling of the Child who lay, in the inn, so goes the story, in a
stable on the hay. He is wrapped in swaddling clothes, shepherds heard the angels say, go and worship Him and tell, of the Christ Child born today. Shepherds watching sheep by night, frightened by a Heavenly light, heard the angel’s praises ring, glorifying Christ the King. Do not be afraid, they said, this Babe lays in a manger bed. We have come to spread the news, Emmanuel has come to you. Keep the Christmas Spirit growing, in the heart of every child, let each boy and girl be knowing, Jesus was that tiny Child. Tell again of cattle lowing, shepherds watching flocks by night, tell of how the wise men traveled. guided by that star so bright. Nell Berry lberry001@centurytel.net Bio: Nell lives at Nell is a mother of four and grandmother of nine, great
grandmother of two. She loves to write poetry that glorifies the Lord and short
stories of her life and other things. Her husband of 56 years is retired and
loves to make furniture. Give him a pattern or drawing and dimensions of
something and he can make it out of wood. But his passion is duck hunting and
fishing. Nell is also author of one book, Growing Up In In His time and by His grace. In His time and by His grace. Readers Feedback
Think about it very hard. I think you are an extraordinary writer, my friend... Amen TANNIA
Carol Meek - try to find a friend with some type of musical knowledge... Your poetry sings and sings very loud.... Beautiful songs... TANNIA
Dear Santa story ... very touchy. I made me think about everything...! TANNIA
Wow! This Bill Allin column certainly spoke to me as I am sure it did to
many others. I never really thought about all the things we actually have
in common with other faiths. I have known some Buddhists and they are
very peace loving people, just as we are and believe in the same thing at the
end of the day, just don't call it Jesus as we do. Hmmmmm food for
thought. Thanks. Sharlett Hunt Noel: Dan Such a precious story we should hear more from you. Your storytime friend, Norma Liles Re
Beyond the Mirror. Thank you Bill for making sense of all of this.
I and many others have become leadened with confusion and saddened with
the misinformation and biased interpretation that is fueling the agony of
co-existence of so many religious beliefs. “Most of it doesn’t
matter.” , but where is the
truth? Louise Leeuna, The Gifts of the Giver - What a heartwarming story! Well Written, thanks for sharing. Mary M. Dees Clara, What a lovely and heartwarming tribute to your late husband! I will keep you in my prayers because I know how tough this time of year must be for you. Sincerely, David Fox Contest Submissions that have been posted
only, this means only the stories that have been published in
Storytime Tapestry and not the articles that are still waiting in the
queue. The list gets bigger each day as
more and more stories are added. Please refer to the archives: http://archives.zinester.com/98907 if you want
to reread an article before voting. Name: Title: Date published Ortiz-Lopes, Tannia From
Devine To Human Dec 17 (see special treat) Blaine, Pamela The
Very Best Gift Of All Dec
17 Shaw, Bob Buttermilk Dec
17 Aro A Visit From
Tanner Claus Dec
17 Joseph,
Brian The Gift of
Giving Dec
18 (see special treat) Walker, Bill Rainbow Ridge Special
Report, Gizzy Dec 18 Gold, Ron Christmas
Kindnesses Dec
18 Gold, Ron A Merry Jewish
Christmas Dec
18 Haley, Ellie
Braun Mother Dec
19(see special treat) McCallum,
Arnot The Little Red Sock Dec
19 Bryant, Bryant, Byrant,
Sharon You Walk With
Angels Dec
19 Foster,
Leeuna Tis the Season
to go Shopping Dec
20 Gifford,
P.S. A Very
Special Christmas Dec
20 Mazzella,
Joe Through His Eyes Dec
20 Meeks, Carol The Most Reverent Night Dec 20 Meeks, Carol A Baby Boy Was Born Dec 20 Meeks, Carol Christmas Day Dec
20 Newman,
Bruce The Glue of The
Universe Dec 20(see
special treat) Meeks, Carol Oh Meeks, Carol Even The Animals Know Dec 21 Meeks, Carol Christmas Blessings Dec 21 Meyers, Dan Noel - The Dyslexic
Christmas Angel Dec 21(see
special treat) Cavalera,
Robyn Dear Santa Dec
21 Cavalera,
Robyn Happy Birthday
Jesus Dec
21 Bryant, Foster,
Leeuna The Gifts of
The Giver Dec
22(see special treat) Deming,
Barbara A Special Christmas Ride Dec 22 Roney,
Barbara Christmas
Nostalgia Dec
22 Roney,
Barbara Baby Jesus Dec
22 Allin, Bill Christmas: Most of
it Doesn’t Matter Dec 22(see
beyond the Mirror) Meeks, Carol Year 1995 for me Dec
23 Westerfer,
Clara O’ Christmas Tree Dec
23 Roach, Carol I Should be Happy but I
am not Dec 24(see
Carol’s Corner) Holbrook,
Mariane Little Walker, Bill Blue Christmas Dec
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