This is a children's Christmas story that teaches the moral value, that unselfish giving, will bring back great rewards.
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I hoped that this story would inspire children to give of themselves rather that expect to receive gifts.Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.:
Linda thought how it would soon be Christmas morning, and how pleased Mommy and Daddy and everyone would be with the presents she had for them. She said out loud, "Christmas is such a happy time. Everything is pretty, everyone is so happy." She found herself unable to sleep, studying the holly wreath that hung in her window, she wondered if the holly wreath was happy. She remembered that just a few hours ago, it was part of a living holly tree. Once again she visualized her daddy cutting off all the branches and tying them together to make the Christmas wreaths. How could those holly branches be happy, all cut up as they were...and tied so tightly? Outside, even in the clearness of the night sky, snowflakes started fluttering down, but these snowflakes seemed to have a particular sparkling quality about them. Linda softly spoke into the darkness of her little room, "everything is so happy, but the holly wreath, which is so much a part of Christmas, has been sacrificed, cut up, and bent and tied. Then her voice became extremely sad, "How can the poor wreath be happy?" After a few moments of silent thought,
Linda folded her hands in prayer, "Please dear Lord, Christmas is a time where everyone and everything should be happy, but the wreath is surely not happy, so please make the wreath happy, as it should be at Christmas time. Thank you dear Lord. Amen." Even after her prayer, Linda could not find sleep. She was so deeply troubled...thinking so hard about the poor holly wreath. She thought of how the lovely holly tree was destroyed and sacrificed for the celebration of Christmas. As she gazed at the wreath hanging in the frosted window, tears began to form in her eyes... and as the tears filled her eyes, she could not see clearly through them, then the tears streamed down her face and as the tears cleared away, still watching the wreath, she thought she saw the wreath moving...and so it was...a strange soft light filled the window... the holly wreath began to turn, 'round and 'round...it now floated away from the window and as it did, the window slowly moved up, until it was wide open. The holly wreath continued to spin, faster and faster,...until it was spinning so fast it looked like a green ball. It kept spinning, and spinning, and began to float out of the window. Linda jumped out of her bed and ran to the window to see where it would go. It floated down to the snow covered ground outside her window and bounced gently around. The bouncing became more animated, like a dancing motion. As the green ball danced around on the snow, it began to take on a more definite form. The form of a little rolly-polly boy, all dressed in green and glowing with happiness. Linda pressed her tiny face to the window. "My goodness," she said, "he is the cutest little boy I have ever seen, and he looks so happy." The Holly Boy danced 'round and 'round and leaped high into the air. Linda was breathless. She could not take her eyes off him. "I bet he could jump over the moon if he wanted to." Linda said. Just then, Holly Boy took a great big jump right up to Linda's window. He made a great big bow and said, "Hello, Linda." Linda said "Hello," a little frightened. "Please don't be afraid of me, Linda." He said, brushing some snow off his coat. "How do you know my name?" Linda asked, surprised. "Why I know all about you, Linda, I even know why you have tears in your eyes." "No you don't." Linda said confidently. "Yes I do." Holly Boy flew across the room, over to Linda's dresser. He strutted over to her candle and pointing his little finger at it, shot a brilliant beam of red light at the candle, and it burst into flame. "You were feeling sad about me." "You?" Linda asked. "Yes me. You were feeling sorry for the holly wreath...and that's me!"..."and I wish that you would stop it." "Why?" Linda asked. "Because I'm not sad, I am happy. As a tree, I was all right, but now as a Christmas wreath, I give pleasure to every person that sees me, and I am a symbol of Christmas, the greatest holiday there is!" "Linda, would you like to go back with me to the first Christmas, then you could see why you should not feel sorry for me. Will you come with me?" "You mean Bethlehem, the first Christmas?" "Yes, Linda, Bethlehem, where it all began!" Hesitantly, Linda said, "All right."...and they went back through time...
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Book Description Frank Latino, 1993. Paperback. Book Condition: New. Bookseller Inventory # DADAX0964047411