Young Soldier on Christmas Eve
Soldiers marching, banging the drum |
Soldiers marching, banging the drum |
People rushed up and down the path carrying armloads of bundles. They laughed and called to each other as they pushed their way through the crowds. Above the path, the long arms of an ancient tree reached upward to the sky. It swayed and moaned as a strong wind grasped its branches, and bent them toward the earth. Down below a haughty laugh sounded, and a lovely fir tree stretched and preened its thick green branches, sending a fine spray of snow shimmering downward to the ground. “I should think,” said the fir, in a high smug voice, “that you’d try a little harder to stand still. Goodness knows you’re ugly enough with the leaves you’ve already lost. If you move around any more, you’ll be quite bare.” “I know,” answered the old tree. “Everything has put on its most beautiful clothes for the celebration of the birth of Christ. Even from here I can see the decorations shining from each street corner. And yesterday some men came and put the brightest, loveliest lights on every tree along the path—except me, of course.” He sighed softly, and a flake of snow melted in the form of a teardrop and ran down his gnarled trunk. “Oh, indeed! And did you expect they’d put lights upon you so your ugliness would stand out even more?” smirked the fir. “I guess you’re right,” replied the old tree in a sad voice. “If there were only somewhere I could hide until after the celebrations are over, but here I stand…the only ugly thing among all this beauty. If they would only come and chop me down,” and he sighed sorrowfully. “Well, I don’t wish you any Ill will,” replied the fir, “but you are an eyesore. Perhaps it would be better for us all if they came and chopped you down.” Once again he stretched his lovely thick branches. “You might try to hold onto those three small leaves you still have. At least you wouldn’t be completely bare.” “Oh, I’ve tried so hard,” cried the old tree. “Each fall I say to myself, ‘this year I won’t give up a single leaf, no matter what the cause’, but someone always comes along who seems to need them more than I,” and he sighed once again. “I told you not to give away so many to that dirty little paper boy,” said the fir. “Why you even lowered your branches a little, so that he could reach them. You can’t say I didn’t warn you then.” “Yes, you did at that,” the old tree replied. “But they made him so happy. I heard him say he would pick some for his invalid mother.” “Oh they all had good causes,” mocked the fir. “That young girl, for instance, colored leaves for her party, indeed! They were your leaves!” “She took a lot, didn’t she?” said the old tree, and he seemed to smile. Just then a cold wind blew down the path and a tiny brown bird fell to the ground at the foot of the old tree and lay there shivering, too cold to lift its wings. The old tree looked down in pity, and then quickly he let go of his last three leaves. The golden leaves fluttered down and settled softly over the shivering little bird, and it lay there quietly under the warmth of them. “Now you’ve done it!” shrieked the fir. “You’ve given away every single leaf! Christmas morning you’ll make our path the ugliest sight in the whole city!” The old tree said nothing. Instead, he stretched out his branches to gather what snowflakes he could that they might not fall on the tiny bird. The young fir turned away in anger, and it was then he noticed a painter sitting quietly a few feet from the path, intent upon his long brushes and his canvas. His clothes were old and tattered, and his face wore a sad expression. He was thinking of his loved ones and the empty, cheerless Christmas morning they would face, for he had sold not a single painting in the last few months. But the little tree didn’t see this. Instead, he turned his back to the old tree and said in a haughty voice, “At least keep those bare branches as far away from me as possible. I’m being painted and your hideousness will mar the background.” “I’ll try,” replied the old tree. And he raised his branches as high as possible. It was almost dark when the painter picked up his easel and left. And the little fir was tired and cross from all his preening and posing. Christmas morning he awoke late, and as he proudly shook away the snow from his lovely branches, he was amazed to see a huge crowd of people surrounding the old tree, ah-ing and oh-ing as they stood back and gazed upward. And even those hurrying along the path had to stop for a moment to sigh before they went on. “Whatever could it be?” thought the haughty fir, and he too looked up to see if perhaps the top of the old tree had been broken off during the night. Just then a paper blew away from the hands of an enraptured newsboy and sailed straight into the young fir. The fir gasped in amazement, for there on the front page was a picture of the painter holding his painting of a great white tree whose leafless branches, laden with snow, stretched upward into the sky. While below lay a tiny brown bird almost covered by three golden leaves. And beneath the picture were the words, “The Most Beautiful Thing Is That Which Hath Given All.” The young fir quietly bowed its head beneath the great beauty of the humble old tree. Adapted from: ChristmasStories.org
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The 4 stages of life: 1. You believe in Santa Claus 2. You don't believe in Santa Claus 3. You dress up as Santa Claus 4. You look like Santa Claus Mrs. Clause: "Is it rain or hail?" What do you call a kid who doesn't believe in Santa? Ho Ho Helllpppppp!. How do you help someone who has lost the Christmas spirit? Nurse them back to elf. Where does Santa and his reindeer go to get hot chocolate while flying in the sky? Star-bucks What do reindeer hang on their Christmas trees? Horn-Aments. Why was the ornament addicted to Christmas? He was hooked on trees his whole life. What do you call a snowman that can walk? Snow-mobile. What does a Pirate Santa say...? "Row row row.." What do hip hop artists do on Christmas? Unwrap. What show does a squirrel see on Christmas Day? The Nutcracker. What's Santa's favorite snack food? Crisp Pringles. Why is Meek Mill like an elf? Because he spends all his time wrapping. Where does Santa stay when he is on a vacation? A Ho-Ho-Ho-Tel. Have you heard the Christmas carol about blondes? Its called "Not playing with a full deck the halls". Why did Santa get married? Clause he wanted a last name! Why wouldn't Santa ride his sleigh? For elf and safety concerns. - ONE LINERS - Boy: Are you Christmas? Because I wanna merry you!
Girl: Is your last name Hall? Cause I wanna Deck The Halls. If I was the Grinch, I wouldn't steal Christmas. I'd steal you. Watching Miracle on 34th Street makes me so santa-mental. One goose says to the other "Do you believe in life after Christmas?" How come you never hear anything about the 10th reindeer "Olive" ? Olive ? Yeah, you know, "Olive the other reindeer, used to laugh and call him names" Knock Knock! Whos there? Mary and Abby! Mary and Abby who? Mary Christmas and a Abby new year. Knock Knock Who's there? Tissue. Tissue Who? All I Want For Christmas Tissue... Knock knock Who's there? Hannah. Hannah who? Hannah Partridge in a pear tree. Boy: What are we celebrating this Christmas? Mom: Jesus' birth! Boy: Wasn't he born last year? Christmas One Liners I never believed in Santa Claus because I knew no white dude would come into my neighborhood after dark. There is a special place in hell for people that play Christmas music before Thanksgiving. The awkward moment when Santa Claus has the same wrapping paper as your parents. Is anyone else waiting until December 22nd to Christmas shop? Just in case the Mayans were right? For Christmas I want Santa's list of naughty girls. All I want for Christmas is youuuuuuuu........to get hit by a reindeer Last Christmas, I gave you my scarf but the very next day, you called it "dumb and gay" My boyfriend is just like Santa Claus. He gives me presents and is imaginary. I got more hoes than Santa Claus. I thought I'd get in trouble for taking a baseball bat to my neighbors Christmas decorations, but now I'm gnome free. It's beginning to cost a lot like Christmas. This holiday season, in lieu of gifts, I've decided to give everyone my opinion. Yo mama so fat when she triend to talk to Santa Clause, Santa Clause said "Why u doing the harlem shake?" May Christmas be about what's in your Heart and not what's in your pocket! Due to a shortage of coal. Santa started giving Cleveland browns tickets for christmas. Dear Christmas Carolers, the only thing that can bring "Joy To The World" is a "Silent Night". Last Christmas I gave you my heart, but the very next day, your body rejected the transplant and you died. To all the people that piss me off, I hope you get Crocs for Christmas. I had a dream about my kids finding their gifts early or as I like to call it "The Nightmare Before Christmas". A song told me to Deck the Halls...so I did. Mr.and Mrs. Hall are not very happy. A boy writes to Santa asking for a brother and receives a reply back from Santa: send me your mother! So when someone ask you " Where is your Christmas Spirit?" is it so wrong to point out your liquor cabinet? When you stop believing in Santa Claus is when you start getting clothes for Christmas! My neighbor put up his Christmas lights today. I bet he's pissed that I beat him to it. I put mine up three years ago. Santa Claus has the right idea. Visit people once a year. What I don't like about office Christmas parties is looking for a new job the next day. Dear Santa, I can explain..... Christmas has been cancelled! Santa died laughing when I told him you'd been good this year! your mum is so fat that I took a picture of her last christmas and its still printing! Remember, Christmas isn't about how big the tree is, or what's under it. It's about who's around it Christmas light displays are the freestyle rap battles of the suburbs. I try to be unusually kind and compassionate to those around me during the Holidays, because I never know who will end up being my Secret Santa.
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Can you name the Christmas movies starting from A to Z? Test your knowledge on this holiday quiz and compare your score to others. Christmas Movies A-Z Can you pick these Rankin/Bass TV specials from aphoto alone? Christmas Film Alphabet, guess them all and win nothing but self esteem. Christmas FILM ALPHABET Answers: Annabelle’s Wish (1997) 53:51 Bears Who Saved Christmas, The (1994) Charlie Brown Christmas, A (1965) 25:28 Disney’s A Christmas Carol (2009) Emmet Otter’s Jug-Band Christmas (1977) Frosty the Snowman (1969) 25:21 Grandma Got Run Over By A Reindeer (2000) How the Grinch Stole Christmas (1966) Ice Age: A Mammoth Christmas (2011) ** Start at 0.23 Jack Frost (1979) Kung Fu Panda Holiday Special (2010) Little Drummer Boy (1968) Muppet Christmas Carol (1992) Nestor, The Long-Eared Christmas Donkey (1977) Olive, the Other Reindeer (1999) Pinocchio’s Christmas (1980) Quincy's Quest (1979) Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer (1964) Santa Claus Is Comin' to Town (1970) Twas The Night Before Christmas (1974) Under the Mistletoe (2006) Very Merry Cricket X-mas, Inc. (2008) Year Without a Santa Claus (1974) Ziggy’s Gift (1982)
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We hope you had a wonderful Christmas, And enjoyed this years Advent Calendar. We'll have a new one next year! |
And this will be a sign for you, You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger. |
His trip around the world is about to start |
Final touches make this snowman divine |
Gifts are inspected for utter perfection |
Celebrations go on all over the earth |
Angels are ready to let the bells ring |
The beauty of Christmas is sharing with friends |
The house is all ready, decorations abound |
Families enjoy going out in the evening snow |
Sharing with others, the presents you bring |
Santa is working all through the night |
Decorations begin, homes fill with new cheer |
Let the world hear your heart sing |
The elves are working real hard, as you see |
Love has them hugging, answering a call |
Bundle up warm, no reason to freeze |
Trees everywhere are starting to appear, |
Guidance comes when we need it the most, |
'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house, |
December has started, the season is here, |
Instructions: Flip over two cards – using your mouse on a PC and your finger on a tablet or smart phone – to try to find a matching pair. Continue flipping cards until you have matched them all. Click Reset to begin a new game. Memory Game, click to reveal images Adapted From: AllTogetherChristmas
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Old Mr. Turner hummed a Christmas tune as he and his sleigh horse Bill went out for a ride. Mr. Turner was bundled in his winter coat and his favorite hat sat at a jaunty angle upon his head. If one looked closely, they would have seen a pair of bright blue eyes twinkling out at the world hiding in an age-worn, but happy face. Bill’s harness bells jingled merrily, as his hooves crunched the snow. A light dusting of white rested on his grey dappled back. Sometimes, Mr. Turner and Bill brought wooden toys Mr. Turner had carved for different children or food and clothes for those in need. And sometimes, they would deliver a tree from Mr. Turner’s farm. But what Mr. Turner loved best was telling stories. Children of all ages loved them. He might even bring his guitar or mandolin if the mood struck him. Mr. Turner believed the world was full of stories waiting to be told or written. He also liked to look for stories. Today he had just one tree to deliver and was in a mind to look for stories. Meanwhile, Bill’s ears flicked towards the woods. Did his driver hear the faint whisper of sound? See the shadow of movement, small and slight? Bill huffed, breath misting in the cold. “Whoa!” Mr. Turner pulled on the reins. “What is it Bill?” Bill pawed the ground and turned his dappled head towards the woods. He whinnied as big brown eyes met small gray ones peeping around a tree. “Why bless me!” Mr. Turner exclaimed quietly. “It’s a Christmas Elf!” Bill cocked a dark, gray ear back listening to the voice of his driver. “My grandmother told me once, when she was a girl, she saw one in these very same woods! And this one looks like a lass too!” “Hello!” Mr. Turner said tipping his hat. The elf girl was very still. “We won’t bother her,” he said to Bill. “Goodness knows what kind of elf errands she has this cold winter. Well looks like the story found us this time Bill. And I think it’s the kind of story children of all ages have to find for themselves. It’s a quiet kind of story, more for keepin’ and less for the tellin’. “ Bill seemed to nod his large head in agreement, harness bells merrily jingling. “Best of luck on your errands, lass!” Mr. Turner smiled. The elf said nothing in reply, but intently watched Mr. Turner and Bill. At last they were on their way. Mr. Turner held an arm up and waved. “Farewell!” he said without looking back. Somewhere in the trees, a small figure smiled. Bill’s hoof beats faded away from the forest and Old Mr. Turner chuckled to himself as he hummed Christmas tunes, bright, blue eyes twinkling out at the world. Author: Mason Trent
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Ten years ago I became self-employed. It was October first. Anybody who ever made the jump knows how disruptive, stressful, worrisome this can be. Especially when you also have rent to pay and ventured into an industry new to you. That year, getting a Christmas tree almost slipped my mind. One day, about a week before Christmas I suddenly realized that I better get with the program. After closing the shop I went to the garden center. I bought every tree there since I moved to Vancouver. It’s also a lovely place to go to because it is always totally decked out with Christmas decorations, lights, and greenery. That evening, it was raining and dark, I arrived totally stressed at the garden center. I noticed that the selection of Christmas trees was rather sparse. Given that it was already very close to Christmas, plus the fact that trees in North America are put up in early December, this of course made sense. I asked the gentleman, who has helped me as long as I can remember, were the small trees are. He replied, that there’s only two small ones left. And that they are “Charlie Browns”. I thought, oh how cute is that, he named them, and both have the same name. I was very happy to buy one. The tree was already in a net, which meant, off I went. At home I put our Charlie Brown in a bucket of water and placed it on the balcony. I usually decorate our Christmas tree around December 12th. But that year everything was different. The day came to take Charlie Brown inside. Decorating the tree is always something I enjoy doing. It’s a ritual. And going through the boxes with ornaments that have been collected over the years brings back so many memories. The first thing that had to be done with the tree, was cutting open the net. And oh the horror! What is this?! It was the ugliest Christmas tree I have ever seen. More disappointed I could not have been. Even though at that time I lived over ten years in Canada, I heard of Charlie Brown trees, but I have never read the book or seen the movie. Only when Klaus told me, that a “Charlie Brown tree” is an ugly tree, I googled it and there they were… I reluctantly decorated the tree after all. Charlie looked very sad. There was really no help to make that scrawny thing come alive. But in the end, we had a wonderful Christmas just like the years before and the years after that. It remained however the only tree I never photographed. A few years later I received the deluxe edition of A Charlie Brown Christmas. Happy ending, after all. Author: Esther Schönwandt
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The "Dowry For The Three Virgins" is also known as the "Legend of The Three Purses", and is considered to be one of Saint Nicolas's most famous acts of kindness. This legend is a celebration of his generosity and love that he bore for his fellow sufferers, which is indeed the true spirit of ChristmasIn the town of Myra, where St. Nicolas was the Bishop, there lived a noble man who was so poor that he could afford no food or clothing. This man had three beautiful young daughters, but he couldn't get them married for obviously, he couldn't afford any dowry. Cold, hungry and destitute but honorable, the poor noble man couldn't ask others for help. Their situation came to such a state that, with no other employment or help in sight, the maidens were faced with the ugly prospect of prostitution. When St. Nicolas heard of the plight of the noble man and his daughter, he decided to help them but he knew that any form of help in public would look like charity and may be rebuffed by the noble man. So, he did the next best thing, which was to help them on the sly. Now, how he helped the family differs from version to version. According to one popular version, St. Nicolas went to the noble man's house at night and, through a window, threw a bag of gold inside. With this the old man was able to marry off his eldest daughter. He then went the next night and threw another bag of gold in the house, with which the second daughter was married of, and the next night, he threw in another bag of gold for the youngest one. It is also said that the noble man wanted to know who their secret benefactor was so on the third night, he hid near and window. When St. Nicolas came to pitch in the gold, the noble man grabbed his cloak, and begged him not to hide himself. But St. Nicolas, embarrassed that his noble work was discovered, told him not to tell anyone as he was only doing the work of God. The story of hanging a stocking during Christmas, some say, has a basis in this legend. It is believed that when St. Nicolas went to drop a bag of gold for the youngest daughter, he spied the noble man, hiding in wait for him. So, St. Nicolas went up to the chimney and dropped the bag inside. Now, it so happened that the youngest daughter had kept a stocking in the fire place to dry and the bag of gold fell inside it, which she found the next day. by William S. Walsh (Adapted)
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Even though it was only September, the air was crisp and children were already whispering about Christmas plans and Santa Claus. It made the already long months until Christmas seem even longer. With each passing day the children became more anxious, waiting for that final school bell. Upon ringing everyone would run for coats, gloves, and the classroom door, racing to see who would be the first one home: everyone except David. David was a small boy with messy brown hair and tattered clothes. I had often wondered what kind of mother could send her son to school dressed so inappropriately for the cold winter months without a coat, boots, or gloves. But something made David special. It wasn’t his intelligence or manners for they were as lacking as his winter clothes, but I can never recall looking at David and not seeing a smile. He was always willing to help and not a day passed that David didn’t stay after school to straighten the chairs and clean erasers. We never talked much, he would simply smile and ask what else he could do, then thank me for letting him stay and slowly head for home. Weeks passed and the excitement over the coming Christmas grew into restlessness until the last day of school before the holiday break. I can’t recall a more anxious group of children as that final bell rang and they scattered out the door. I smiled in relief as the last of them hurried out. Turning around I saw David quietly standing by my desk. “Aren’t you anxious to get home David? I asked. “No.” he quietly replied. Ready to go home myself I said, “Well, I think the chairs and erasers will wait why don’t you hurry home.” “I have something for you,” he said. He pulled from behind his back a small box wrapped in old paper and tied with a string. Handing it to me he said anxiously, “Open it!” I took the box from him, thanked him and slowly unwrapped it. I lifted the lid and to my surprise saw nothing. I looked at David’s smiling face and back into the empty box and said, “this box is nice David, but it’s empty.” “Oh no it isn’t,” said David. “It’s full of love. My mom told me before she died that love was something you couldn’t see or touch unless you know it’s there…can you see it?” Tears filled my eyes as I looked at the proud dirty face I had rarely given attention. “Yes, David. I can see it.” I replied. “Thank you.” David and I became good friends after that Christmas and I can say that with the passing years, I never again let the uncombed hair or dirty faces bother me, and I never forgot the meaning behind the little empty box that sat on my desk. ANONYMOUS
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The Classic - Peppermint Patty invites herself and her friends over to Charlie Brown's for Thanksgiving, and with Linus, Snoopy, and Woodstock, he attempts to throw together a Thanksgiving dinner. - Source: SchoolTube
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