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Merry Christmas to all. ♥

4 all in the community. ♥

Cherie,

Have a blessed day. Thank you for always being kind and comforting. It’s rare but it’s so
nice. All the people on this thread have a lot of class and caring. Just when a person
need it the most.

I don’t know what I would do without you. I miss Loaf. ♥

Have a swell day today. ♥

@mcpoopoo

I am doing fine. Good Morning to you. Is there snow yet? I am going to make something
Hot! It’s the right day for it. 🙂

Join me. ♥

Beautiful! Like you.

Oh Sheba,
I hope you improve. I know there is so much to do but take some breaks so you won’t get that cold. The presents are beautiful. Thank you. Your sweet. Have a great day my friend. And take good care! ♡♡♡

Hello Sheba …. Cherie has WAY to much to do. I don’t know where you find these stories, but we are Loving them. We are reading One at a time. We like to look them up and find out if there are other story spins. The kids like to do that … it’s like a “treasure” hunt. Thanks again Sheba, for making Christmas Nights special for the kids and us “Big Kids” too. So sorry for @bassetbabe and those packages. A few houses down a neighbor had her 2 blow-ups stolen from her front yard!! We have cameras but now we are bringing in ours by dark and brought in our BIG light-up statues inside and set up a Christmas scene by the big picture window. This is such a new low … people doing that stuff during Christmas … So pathetic! Love the Boots, thanks for the smoothies, stay well, and I think I saw loaf peek in, hope so??? Night-Nite Sheba♥ …. Night ALL

Good night Meme. ♥

Next year all our troubles will be far away. It’s been a year.

Good night, Sheba and friends!

Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas – Judy Garland

Have yourself a merry little Christmas
Let your heart be light
From now on, our troubles will be out of sight
Have yourself a merry little Christmas
Make the Yuletide stay
From now on, our troubles will be miles away
Here we are as in olden days
Happy golden days of yore
Faithful friends who are dear to us
Gather near to us once more
Through the years we all will be together
If the fates allow
So hang a shining star upon the highest bough
And have yourself a merry little Christmas now
Have yourself a merry little Christmas
Let your heart be light
From now on, our troubles will be out of sight
Have yourself a merry little Christmas
Make the Yuletide stay
From now on, our troubles will be miles away
Here we are as in olden days
Happy golden days of yore
Faithful friends who are dear to us
Gather near to us once more
Through the years we all will be together
If the fates allow
So hang a shining star upon the highest bough
And have yourself a merry little Christmas now

@mcpoopoo

I have a real cold coming on I am doing a count down trying not to claim it.
I am ready for it should it happen.

Here are some presents for you and your family. I wish you a very Merry Christmas and a
Very Happy New Year.

4 Loaf. ♥

Merry Christmas to you and your family. 🙂

The Legend of Babouscka

The Legend of Babouscka is an old Russian tale in which an old woman missed the chance to travel with the three wise men, then got lost on her way to deliver the Christ-Child gifts. She may be looking for him still, leaving gifts for other children along the way. The story was published in The Children’s Book of Christmas Stories (1913).

It was the night the dear Christ-Child came to Bethlehem. In a country far away from Him, an old, old woman named Babouscka sat in her snug little house by her warm fire. The wind was drifting the snow outside and howling down the chimney, but it only made Babouscka’s fire burn more brightly.

“How glad I am that I may stay indoors,” said Babouscka, holding her hands out to the bright blaze.

But suddenly she heard a loud rap at her door. She opened it and her candle shone on three old men standing outside in the snow. Their beards were as white as the snow, and so long that they reached the ground. Their eyes shone kindly in the light of Babouscka’s candle, and their arms were full of precious things—boxes of jewels, and sweet-smelling oils, and ointments.

“We have travelled far, Babouscka,” they said, “and we stop to tell you of the Baby Prince born this night in Bethlehem. He comes to rule the world and teach all men to be loving and true. We carry Him gifts. Come with us, Babouscka.”

But Babouscka looked at the drifting snow, and then inside at her cozy room and the crackling fire. “It is too late for me to go with you, good sirs,” she said, “the weather is too cold.” She went inside again and shut the door, and the old men journeyed on to Bethlehem without her. But as Babouscka sat by her fire, rocking, she began to think about the Little Christ-Child, for she loved all babies.

“To-morrow I will go to find Him,” she said; “to-morrow, when it is light, and I will carry Him some toys.”

So when it was morning Babouscka put on her long cloak and took her staff, and filled her basket with the pretty things a baby would like—gold balls, and wooden toys, and strings of silver cobwebs—and she set out to find the Christ-Child.

But, oh, Babouscka had forgotten to ask the three old men the road to Bethlehem, and they travelled so far through the night that she could not overtake them. Up and down the road she hurried, through woods and fields and towns, saying to whomsoever she met: “I go to find the Christ-Child. Where does He lie? I bring some pretty toys for His sake.”

But no one could tell her the way to go, and they all said: “Farther on, Babouscka, farther on.” So she travelled on and on and on for years and years—but she never found the little Christ-Child.

They say that old Babouscka is travelling still, looking for Him. When it comes Christmas Eve, and the children are lying fast asleep, Babouscka comes softly through the snowy fields and towns, wrapped in her long cloak and carrying her basket on her arm. With her staff she raps gently at the doors and goes inside and holds her candle close to the little children’s faces.

“Is He here?” she asks. “Is the little Christ-Child here?” And then she turns sorrowfully away again, crying: “Farther on, farther on!” But before she leaves she takes a toy from her basket and lays it beside the pillow for a Christmas gift. “For His sake,” she says softly, and then hurries on through the years and forever in search of the little Christ-Child.

Sheba, I did see Footprints in the Sand. I know that I would NOT be functioning if not for God carrying me through this difficult time.

Thanks Sheba!