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Merry Christmas to All my dear Readers- 
Only 12 days away-
For today's Christmas post I thought I would 
Put a few of the fairy images that I found for the Christmas
Spirit... Happy Holidays my dears...

Wendy...





The True Spirit of Giving -

The True Spirit of Giving 
It's just a small, white envelope stuck among the branches of our

Christmas tree. No name, no identification, no inscription. It has peeked through the branches of our tree for the past 10 years or so.

It all began because my husband Mike hated Christmas, oh, not the true meaning of Christmas, but the commercial aspects of it -overspending...the frantic running around at the last minute to get a tie for Uncle Harry and the dusting powder for Grandma-- the gifts given in desperation because you couldn't think of anything else. Knowing he felt this way, I decided one year to bypass the usual shirts, sweaters, ties and so forth. I reached for something special just for Mike.
The inspiration came in an unusual way. Our son Kevin, who was 12 that year, was wrestling at the junior level at the school he attended; and shortly before Christmas, there was a non-league match against a team 
Sponsored by an inner-city church. These youngsters, dressed in sneakers so ragged that shoestrings seemed to be the only thing holding them together, presented a sharp contrast to our boys in their spiffy blue and gold uniforms and sparkling new wrestling shoes.
As the match began, I was alarmed to see that the other team was 
wrestling without headgear, a kind of light helmet designed to protect a wrestler's ears. It was a luxury the ragtag team obviously could not afford.
Well, we ended up walloping them. We took every weight class, And as each of their boys got up from the mat, he swaggered around in his tatters with false bravado, a kind of street pride that couldn't acknowledge defeat. Mike, seated beside me, shook his head sadly, "I wish just one of them could have won," he said. "They have a lot of 
potential, but losing like this could take the heart right out of them." 

 

Mike loved kids-all kids-and he knew them, having coached little league football, baseball and lacrosse. That's when the idea for his present came.
That afternoon, I went to a local sporting goods store and bought an assortment of wrestling headgear and shoes and sent them anonymously to the inner-city church. 
On Christmas Eve, I placed the enveloped on the tree, I placed the envelope on the tree, the note inside telling Mike what I had done and that his was his gift from me. His smile was the brightest thing about Christmas that year and in succeeding years. For each Christmas, I followed the tradition one year sending a group of mentally handicapped youngsters to a hockey game, another year a check to a pair of elderly brothers whose home had burned to the ground the week before Christmas and on  and on.
The envelope became the highlight of our Christmas. It was always the last thing opened on Christmas morning and our children, ignoring their new toys, would stand with wide-eyed anticipation as their dad lifted the envelope from the tree to reveal its contents.   
As the children grew, the toys gave way to more practical presents, but the envelope never lost it's allure. The story doesn't end there. You see, we lost Mike last year due to dreaded cancer. When Christmas rolled around. I was still so wrapped in grief that I barely got the tree up. But Christmas Eve found me placing an envelope on the tree and in the morning, it was joined by three more.
Each of our children, unbeknownst to the others, had placed an envelope on the tree for their dad. The traditions has grown and someday will expand even further with our grandchildren standing around the tree with wide-eyed anticipation watching as their fathers take down the envelope. Mike's spirit, like the Christmas Spirit will 
Always be with us!" 
-Author Unknown-
I hope that you all Enjoyed this Wonderful story on the True Spirit of 
Christmas.. I found it to be very enlightening myself.. Much love to you all my dears Wendy..

 

Children's Christmas story's

Children's Christmas Story's-

My Most Favorite Children's Christmas story was always two that I

can remember my dear friends-
One is the night before Christmas And the old classic Scrooge a tale of a business man who is visited by his former boss and the three spirits of Christmas to try to change his ways. In this post I will  be giving you the stories that I loved as a child an still love now as a growing older. I have passed on my love of the story 'The night before Christmas to my one and only son Kai. Who does enjoy the story but as now being 13years old is a bit old for the story. But I believe in my heart that he will caring that story on to his children one day.. I hope you enjoyed my little bit  of Christmas cheer. And traditions. I hope in all of your lives across the world, you too will continue those wonderful childhood traditions and keep the safe. Your lovely friend Wendy..
"Twas The Night Before Christmas" written Dec 23, 1823. 
'Twas the night before Christmas when all thro the house.
Not a creature was stirring not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds
While visions of sugar plums danced in their heads.
And Mama in her 'kerchief and I in my cap
Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap-
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash
The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow,
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
but a minature sleigh and eight tiny rein-deer,
With a little old driver so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St.Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came
And he whistled and shouted and call'd them by named.
"Now!Dasher now!Dancer now! Prancer and Vixen,
"On!Comet on! Cupid on!Dunder and Blixem;
"To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
"Now dash away!dash away!dash away all!"
As dry leaves before the wild hurricane fly
When they meet with an obstacle mount to the sky,
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew
With the sleigh full of Toys - and St Nicholas too:
And then in a twinkling I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head and was turning around 
Down the chimney St Nicholas came with a bound:
He was dress'd all in fur from his head to his foot
And his clothes were all tarnish'd with ashes and soot;
A bundle of toys was flung on his back
His eyes - how they twinkled!his dimples how merry,
His cheeks were like roses his nose like a cherry; 
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a little round belly 
That shook when he laugh'd like a bowl full of jelly;
He was chubby and plump a right jolly old elf
And I laugh'd when I saw him in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread
He spoke not a word but went straight to his work,
And fill'd all the stockings then turn'd with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose
And giving a nod up the chimney he rose
He sprung to his sleigh to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle
But I heard him exclaim ere he drove out of sight-
Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night. 

A Christmas Carol - 
by Charles Dicken's 
Charles Dicken's A Christmas Carol

A Christmas Carol!
Enjoy. My dear Readers. Wendy

A Christmas Carol

 

Just click the link above the Book

and it will bring you to the entire story

of Charles Dickson's

A Christmas Carol

I hope that You  all  will Enjoy the

Christmas Story as much as I have for

Many years to come. Your Wendy

Much love to you All.