Life Changing Days – A Christmas Story


Glowing Christmas Tree in Snow

For the short time I have left here on earth, I am beautiful.  It’s odd those humans worry about the poor cow or chicken and never realize that I too am His creation.  I too hurt – I too bleed.  Is it because my blood is not red?  Do they not realize that what they call sap is our bleeding?  I hurt.  I cry.

I have been given a wisdom the humans don’t seem to understand – I am aware and know the laws of nature.  We are all the same – God’s creation.  Yet the more humans advance the more they ignore – the laws of nature.  Just as God supplies the rabbit for the hungry wolf – so too does he provide for humans.  Yet the longer they live the more they deny what is right – what is there – specifically for them.

Then as they place the angel on top my branches I understand this too.  I am beautiful with sparkling tinsel.  I am beautiful as the dim lights reflect off crystal angels.  I am beautiful with special ornaments of baby’s first Christmas or the ceramic candy cane he labored on so diligently at school.  I understand love – I understand giving.  I am a gift from the Creator.  Outside (they have placed me by a window) the moon streams down on the snow banks, glittering sparkles dot the purity.  The stars glitter distant and mysteriously in a dark, charcoal sky.  Of course, the North Star is the brightest.  They do not see what I see – they do not understand what I do.  What is important?

Now, as humans advance yet further and further – they seem to realize less and less.  They are more interested in what is wrapped beneath my branches – not the truth of that day called Christmas or why that is the name regardless of how they try to deny it.  Regardless of what they do, regardless of what they learn – there is one lesson that never seems to be learned.  No one escapes from dying – nothing escapes from leaving this place we call Earth.  It is not to be feared.  It is what it is.

A beam of light from the moon pours over me – and God lets me know – I too am a product of His creation.  I too will be taken into his loving arms.  I too am a symbol our Earth’s love and rejoice in the birth of God’s son, Jesus.  Merry Christmas to all that He has created with intricate, loving hands

Sunrise and Sunset

Sunrise and Sunset

Once upon a time there were two children, a brother and a sister.  Sunrise was a beautiful little girl usually all pastels and muted in the mornings, but occasionally she would pack a wallop just because she could.

...sailors take warning.

Sunset, the boy was usually vibrant reds and somber grays, but sometimes he was the soft gold that lights the skies, just because he could.

Calgary July sunset
The two children had so much fun hiding behind fluffy Cloud and peeking out to create colors as striking as anything their cousin, the elusive Rainbow did.


But they often thought Cloud was mean and cruel.  Cloud would cover the whole sky and no one could see how wonderful Sunrise and Sunset could create awesome pictures of delight. Sometimes Cloud created cold and wind, with icy pebbles that covered the ground in white for days on end.  Cloud was not only mean, but he was sometimes ugly as well, they decided, looking at the dead trees and covered plants.


So Sunrise and Sunset decided to see if their cousins Lightening and Thunder could help.  Thunder and Lightening were nearly grown and not nearly as intimidating as their father Sun.  Lightning and Thunder agreed to help the little children.

By using the Cloud when he towered up, Lightening gained enough speed he could sometimes break right through a heavy covered Cloud and show his jagged light flashing.  Thunder was heard, whether Cloud was big or Cloud was small.  But neither could make their incredible sights or sounds last for more than a moment.


Sunrise and Sunset first felt proud, realizing they could draw their pictures for much lengthier times than their cousins who were so much older.  But their pride was short-lived.  Cloud was deliberately covering whatever they had to offer the creatures below them.  It was as though he knew the children were complaining about him.

Finally they approached their busy father.  He was silent a long time and then nodded his head.

“Are you sure this is what you want?”

They readily agreed it was exactly what they wanted.  If anyone could get rid of Cloud it was their powerful father.

Sunrise at Yumigahama Beach

For many days only Sun was in the clear skies.  The creatures on earth seemed happy as they danced and played in bright Sunshine every day.  But Sunrise and Sunset could not draw even one tiny picture of beauty.  Without Cloud, there was no reflection in the sky.  There was only clear sky which did not show their pictures at all.

Then tragedy struck everywhere.  Trees, plants and even creatures started dying.  Slowly the whole earth looked wilted and sad.  Sunrise and Sunset cried and cried.  Finally, their father took time from his busy duties and approached them.  He looked exhausted.   Moon, his lovely wife, came out to relieve him.

Moon - August 17th

“Are you sure this is what you want?”  He asked again.

This time both children shook their heads.  No, this was not what they wanted at all.  They knew they needed Cloud.  So did the world.  Cloud gave water to the plants, trees and even the creatures. Cloud was not mean and cruel, like they thought.  Everyone needed Cloud, but especially they did.  Without Cloud they couldn’t draw their pretty pictures.

Sky with orange color

Next time you think you know something – first check it out to make sure you’re right.

Self Confidence

My dad taught me that everyone is just as afraid to meet you as you are them.  

The sidewalk loomed long and narrow . The three blocks looked as long as the mile she could normally ride on her horse.  But she knew it only led to the classroom full of strangers and that was the problem.  She didn’t know anyone.  Yesterday grandpa took her, but today she insisted she could do it herself.  She was not a baby.  The babies were all at home back on the farm.  She was so homesick but she would never admit that.

Determination makes her walk down the sidewalk towards her catechism classes in this town of strangers.

Her eyes widen when she sees the little girl pass her.  With her perfect blonde hair smooth and glinting in the sunlight and her perfect fitting pink dress – the girl looks new and beautiful. The girl’s  bike is pink also,  with pink and white fringes hanging from the handle-bars. She knows her, but she doesn’t.  Maureen is in her catechism class. She saw Maureen when Sister Sarah made everyone introduce themselves.

Girl sharing ice cream cone with dog

“Hi.  Don’t you have a bike to ride?” Maureen stops.

She shakes her head nervously, eyes dropping to the ground.  Even Maureen’s voice is pretty.  Light, airy and sweet.  She hates her own gruff, deep voice.  No, she doesn’t own a bike.  Her mommy and daddy can’t afford a bike.  She doesn’t know whether to be jealous or not.  Does she want a bike? She feels Maureen is about to laugh at her.  Her chin tilts and she looks up, glaring at Maureen.

“I have a horse.  Do you have a horse?”  Maybe her voice is gruff but she is ready to defend herself as she decides a horse is much better than a bike. She pulls her ‘too big’ sweater, worn and baggy, closer around her crooked homemade dress.  And pushes her own wild blonde hair off her face.

“Oh you are lucky. You have a real horse?”  Maureen smiles and dismounts from her shiny new bike. “Do you want to ride my bike?”

She smiles back and nods.  Climbing on the bike, she peddles the bike.  It is fun – but not nearly so much as riding a horse.

“Thank you. When you come visit me you can ride my horse.”  She dismounts and hands Maureen back her bike.  This day she realizes all is not as she fears.  This day she makes a new friend.

The Red Stallion