Christmas Stories – 25 Days of Christmas – Dec. 16

The Man and the Birds

PAUL HARVEY’S CHRISTMAS STORY; “THE MAN AND THE BIRDS”
By PAUL HARVEY, ABC RADIO
Dec 24, 2004, 01:57

 

Unable to trace its proper parentage, I have designated this as my Christmas Story of the Man and the Birds. You know, THE Christmas Story, the God born a man in a manger and all that escapes some moderns, mostly, I think, because they seek complex answers to their questions and this one is so utterly simple. So for the cynics and the skeptics and the unconvinced I submit a modern parable.

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Christmas Stories – 25 Days of Christmas – Dec. 15

The Dime

Bobby was getting cold sitting out in his back yard in the snow.  Bobby didn’t wear boots; he didn’t like them and anyway he didn’t own any. The thin sneakers he wore had few holes in them and they did a poor job of keeping out the cold. Bobby had been in his backyard for about an hour already.  And, try as he might, he could not come up with an idea for his mother’s Christmas gift.

He shook his head as he thought, “This is useless, even if I do come up with an idea, I don’t have any money to spend.”

Ever since his father had passed away three years ago, the family of five had struggled. It wasn’t because his mother didn’t care, or try, there just never seemed to be enough. She worked nights at the hospital, but the small wage that she was earning could only be stretched so far. What the family lacked in money and material things, they more than made up for in love and family unity.

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Christmas Stories – 25 Days of Christmas – Dec. 14

A String of Blue Beads

By Fulton Oursler

Peter Richards was the loneliest man in town on the day Jean Grace opened his door. You may have seen something in the newspapers about the incident at the time it happened, although neither his name nor hers was publicized, nor was the full story told as I tell it here.

Pete’s shop had come down to him from his grandfather. The little Christmas front window was strewn With a disarray of old-fashioned things; bracelets and lockets worn in days before the Civil War; gold rings and silver boxes; images of jade and ivory, porcelain figurines.

 

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Christmas Stories – 25 Days of Christmas – Dec. 13

Pattern of Love

by Jack Smith

I didn’t question Timmy, age nine, or his seven year old brother Billy about the brown wrapping paper they passed back and forth between them as we visited each store.

Every year at Christmas time, our Service Club takes the children from poor families in our town on a personally conducted shopping tour.  I was assigned Timmy and Billy, whose father was out of work.  After giving them the allotted four dollars each, be began our trip.  At different stores I made suggestions, but always their answer was a solemn shake of the head, no.  Finally I asked, “Where would you suggest we look?”

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Christmas Stories – 25 Days of Christmas – Dec. 12

Emma’s Christmas Wish

by Sallyann F. Murphey

Outside, snow tumbled down, piling against gates and doorways, obliterating the road, and filling the old farmhouse with opalescent light.  Inside, all was quiet—except for the whisper of voices upstairs: “Rosie, please…We must have Christmas, and how can we do that without the Christmas book?”

“But Dad told us we couldn’t this year.  No Christmas, no cookies, no carols, no…anything…”  The seven-year-old’s bottom lip began to quiver.

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Christmas Stories – 25 Days of Christmas – Dec. 11

A Different Kind of Christmas

Martha had tried to ignore the approach of Christmas.  She would have kept it almost entirely out of her thoughts if Jed had not come eagerly into the cabin one day, stomping the snow from his cold feet as he said in an excited voice, “Martha, we’re going to have a Christmas tree this year, anyway.  I spotted a cedar on that rise out south of the wheat field, over near the Norton’s place.  It’s a scrubby thing, but it will do since we can’t get a pine.  Maybe Christmas will be a little different here, but it will still be the kind of Christmas we used to have.”

As she shook her head, Martha noticed that Daniel glanced quickly up from the corner where he was playing, patiently tying together some sticks with bits of string left over from the quilt she had tied a few days earlier.  She drew Jed as far away from the boy as possible.

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Christmas Stories – 25 Days of Christmas – Dec. 10

The Anonymous Benefactor

by Susan Easton Black

With a Cadillac, a maid, and a gardener, my family always had a Christmas with the best gifts from Santa’s sleigh.

My anticipation of opening gifts on Christmas Day was boundless, for I knew my mother was an uncontrolled shopper when it came to my whims.  After opening one gift after another, I toted my new acquisitions up and down the street so all the neighbors would know that Santa loved me best and that my parents were spoiling me to my complete satisfaction.

From such a worldly background of material prosperity, it seemed only natural for me to fantasize that when I had children of my own the established tradition of wealth and abundant giving at Christmas would continue.  If that had been the case, I would not have had one memorable Christmas—just more of the same.

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Christmas Stories – 25 Days of Christmas – Dec. 9

Christmas Day in the Morning

Pearl S. Buck

He woke up suddenly and completely!  It was four o’clock, the hour at which his father had always called him to get up and help with the milking.  Strange how the habits of his youth clung to him still!  Fifty years ago, and his father had been dead for thirty years, and yet he waked at four o’clock in the morning.  He had trained himself to turn over and go to sleep, but this morning it was Christmas, he did not try to sleep.

Why did he feel so awake tonight?  He slipped back in time, as he did so easily nowadays.  He was fifteen years old and still on his father’s farm.  He love his father.  He had not know it until one day a few days before Christmas, when he had overheard what his father was saying to his mother.

 

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Christmas Stories – 25 Days of Christmas – Dec. 8

Gifts for the Poor

by Shirley G. Finlinson

Sister Melbourne was mean and grouchy.  There was no other way to describe her.  Just the other day I heard her telling the bishop that children took too much time in testimony meeting.  She even said that most of us didn’t understand what we were saying; we just wanted attention.  I walked out of the chapel feeling very angry.

My anger didn’t last, however.  It was December and Christmas was in the air.  Excitement filled me right up to the top of my head.  I had to smile and laugh, or I think I would have burst.  We began singing “Jingle Bells” as we rode home from church, just to let some of the excitement out.

After dinner, Mom and Dad called us into the family room.  We all knew what we were going to discuss.  Every year for as long as I could remember, we had chosen a family in our ward who needed some extra help at Christmastime, and we had secretly taken gifts and food to their house.  It was one of our family’s favorite traditions.

 

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