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December 18th, 2008

Story : The Christmas Stockings

Christmas Stockings

There was a kindly nobleman whose wife had died of an illness leaving the nobleman and his three daughters in despair. After losing all his money in useless and bad inventions the family had to move into a peasant’s cottage, where the daughters did their own cooking, sewing and cleaning.

When it came time for the daughters to marry, the father became even more depressed as his daughters could not marry without dowries, money and property given to the new husband’s family.

One night after the daughters had washed out their clothing they hung their stockings over the fireplace to dry. That night Saint Nicholas, knowing the despair of the father, stopped by the nobleman’s house. Looking in the window Saint Nicholas saw that the family had gone to bed. He also noticed the daughters stockings. Inspiration struck Saint Nicholas and he took three small bags of gold from his pouch and threw them one by one down the chimney and they landed in the stockings.

The next morning when the daughters awoke they found their stockings contained enough gold for them to get married. The nobleman was able to see his three daughters marry and he lived a long and happy life.

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Because of this story, Children all over the world continue the tradition of hanging Christmas stockings. In some countries children have similar customs, in France the children place their shoes by the fireplace, a tradition dating back to when children wore wooden peasant shoes.

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care in hope that Saint Nicholas soon would be there.

In Holland the children fill their shoes with hay and a carrot for the horse of Sintirklass. I

n Hungary children shine their shoes before putting them near the door or a window sill.

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December 18th, 2008

Poem : The Smoky Mountain Sleighride

Mountain Sleigh ride

When it’s Christmas in the Smokies
And we’ve had a winter’s blow
And everything for miles around
Is covered deep in snow.

When we’ve finished all our shopping
And trimmed the perfect tree,
And find that obligations
Leave some time for you and me;

Then the silver moon beams beckon
And their brightness lights our way,
And there seems no better place to be
Than riding in a sleigh.

So many times on cold winter nights
We glide the forest trails,
‘Mid sound of muffled hoofbeats
And song of harness bells.

We pause upon the old stone bridge
Above the river’s glare,
Where hardy skaters pivouette
Despite the frigid air.

And then atop a high hill crest
We stop to rest the mare,
While Heaven’s diamond studded stars
Reflect upon your hair.

Such moments last forever
They defy eternity,
For time is held immobilized
By Christmas memory.

Reluctantly we turn for home
And give the nag her head,
She whisks us briskly through the night
We’ll soon be home in bed.

And there we’ll dream of sculpted drifts
Piled high by winter’s blow,
And lovers in a magic sleigh
That skims across the snow…

– By Ron Evans

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December 18th, 2008

Poem : Best secret on Christmas eve

Christmas presents gifts

Secrets upstairs, secrets down,
On the eve of Christmas.
Daddy brings them from the town,
Wrapped in papers stiff and brown
On the eve of Christmas.

But the secret best of all,
On the eve of Christmas,
Steals right down the chimney tall,
Fills our stockings, one and all,
On the eve of Christmas…

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