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Story from Joan Beebe
The Christmas Magic of Santa’s House
I had a dream so real. It seemed I was walking along a snowy path where the rays of the sun made the snow glisten like a precious jewel. In the distance, I saw a gingerbread- like cottage with Christmas trees in the front and side of the cottage. The snow sat on the green branches in a beautiful array making it a delight to one’s eyes.
As I approached the cottage, I could see very busy elves running here and running there with toys and mysterious packages in their arms. Then the door opened and Santa himself beckoned me to come in. Once inside, the glow of Christmas was evident all through the house. There were several decorated Christmas trees in the spacious and beautiful living room. Some new and old toys were placed on the mantle of the large brick fireplace, including a small wooden painted train, several troll figures, a baby doll in a little bed, miniature tea sets and a small iron red firetruck with a fireman at the wheel and a dog sitting proudly there
Though this charming cottage had the look and feel of times gone by, when Santa opened the door to the kitchen, I was amazed to see a very modern one. In this large kitchen were several refrigerators, a freezer and two modern stoves. A table sat in the middle of the kitchen upon which there were baking dishes, cookie sheets and some pots and pans. Santa introduced me to Mrs. Santa Claus and she welcomed me with a beautiful smile, then handed me a fancy decorated Christmas cookie. The kitchen was painted a soft white but all the appliances were almost a ruby red. It was a busy place as elves were helping Mrs. Claus to bake dozens and dozens of Christmas cookies, cakes and pies. In one corner, elves were decorating cookies, in another more elves were frosting the cakes with red and white frosting trimmed with green ivy around the edge of those cakes. Other elves were rolling out pie crusts to await the filling of apple, blueberry, pumpkin and mince.
I was getting pretty tired after that cold walk in the snow so Mrs. Claus urged me to lie down and rest a while. When I did, I fell fast asleep. I woke up after some time and realized I was in my own bed but not all was a dream because it was Christmas morning and I knew breakfast would be waiting for me. But first down the stairs I rushed to see if presents were left under our beautiful Christmas tree with the scent of pine drifting in the air. Many brightly wrapped packages were there in colors of green, red and gold. Santa had left me a shiny sled, a new pair of ice skates, and a pretty doll dressed in an 1880’s style ball gown with flowers in her raven black hair.
My dream made me happy but Christmas morning was even better, not just because of presents but a feeling of calm and peacefulness. I would like to believe that most people had joy in their hearts with love and a wish that peace and good will be given to all mankind.
Poetry from Joan Beebe
Fall, A Time of Harvest
Fall, a time of harvest,
scarecrows in fields of corn.
The moon is bright and full with
Dark clouds moving slowly across making
It a bewitching sight to behold.
There is an aura of magic in the season–
A time of change!
Leaves now have colors of red, yellow and orange;
They fall sometimes in a whirlwind of beauty.
Scented smoke rises from chimneys–
Pumpkins appear in front of homes and
Red and juicy apples are ready to eat.
Apple pies are seen, not only in stores but
Along roadways, with signs urging you to purchase
Their delicious home-made pies.
The sun is shining and warm most days,
But the air is cool and crisp bringing
Energy and pleasure as we behold the beauty of this season!
Essay from Joan Beebe
A MEMORABLE BUS TRIP TO COASTAL MAINE
Coastal Maine sunset
My trip to Maine was so very exciting for me. Having experienced the coast of Maine’s beauty with my family which allowed us to share the wonders of family in this magnificent setting.
Traveling the highways through Massachusetts and New Hampshire was very beautiful and feeling as though you are a wanderer trekking through the green forest in an unknown land it was many hours on that bus, still it was relaxing as your mind became unencumbered with stress and worries.
Our accommodations were in blue and white with a nautical theme and right on the water with a small balcony where one could observe the many boats rolling a little with the waves. It was interesting to watch so many people walking and chatting or just sitting to wait for a beautiful sunset. As the sun slowly started to set, it began to reflect the golden rays across the sky but soon there were streaks of soft red and pinks creating a lovely vision to keep in our memories.
After breakfast the next day, we only had to walk a few steps to a tour boat for a cruise to see light houses, rocky places and beautiful homes along the way. Sailing along on the Atlantic waters felt like the mariners of old taking their boat to sea to find their first catch of the day. When the day became darkened, they had the many lighthouses to guide them home again. Coastal Maine gives you a feeling of time standing still. The cry of the gulls, the rolling waves of water splashing against the rocks and the far horizon as in a dream brings peace and a joyful feeling to one’s mind.
Poetry from Joan Beebe
WISHING
Often times, I do “wish upon a star”’ —
That bright twinkling light appears
And I think of my childhood lyric –
“Twinkle, twinkle little star,
How I wonder what you are”
I gaze at that lonely star but soon the sky
Is filled with the bright lights of more twinkling stars —
Almost covering the heavens above me.
Our wishes should be our very own secret
While standing alone and gazing at
This star light night of beauty and wonder
Poetry from Joan Beebe
STONE SOUP
While going for a walk, I came upon
A cluster of stones, so beautiful.
As the rays of the sun glistened upon them,
I picked them up and found one that was
Ruby red in color. I had never read
Anything about such stones. Being careful not
To spill them, still some fell into a
Hollow depression. Fortunately I retrieved them
And decided I would walk across the small bridge
That led to home. I put all those stones into a
Large bowl. For a moment, the bowl of stones
Reminded me that I would rather have a big bowl of
Soup for my lunch.
Poetry from Joan Beebe
UNIVERSAL ONENESS
When one thinks of the Universe,
It seems to be a vast ocean of time and space.
A nothingness that is an entity having no effect
On we humans living on our own planet Earth.
But as we live our own lives, there is something
Of which we may not be aware.
That is the Oneness that binds we humans together.
Whether we live in different countries and have
Different cultures, still there is an unknown fact
To many of mankind – and that is – the way we think
About ourselves and others.
This is the motivating thoughts that emanate from our minds.
This is the way we perceive others, taking care of ourselves and family,
Interactions with many people and think day to day of our responsibilities.
Man was given that great gift of thought and it is that gift that brings
a “Universal Oneness.”