I’m sitting here on top of the Christmas tree and smiling. I’m an angel, you see. Yes, angels do smile. Tears also cling to my eyes. Let me tell you why. I wasn’t around when the story began, but even though I don’t appear until the end angels keep tabs on their children.
It’s Christmas Eve, a time of joy for most people. My girl, Jackie, however, is sad. Usually Jackie and her dad go shopping at the corner tree lot and bring home a big tree for the holiday. Then Jackie and her little sisters decorate the tree, and her dad hangs the angel (me) on the top. This year, her dad is in the hospital and money is tight, so Mom tells Jackie they can’t afford a tree.
For the girls, Christmas will not be the same without a tree. Dad may not be home to celebrate with them, but Jackie is determined not to disappoint her sisters. She wants them to have a tree, and she has an idea how to get one. Now, Jackie’s dad also plays baseball with her, or he did before he got sick.
(Excuse me a minute while I wipe away a tear.) Ah, that’s better. The world isn’t so blurry now. Pardon the interruption, but thinking about what Jackie does chokes me up. Anyway, back to my story. Her dad gave Jackie a baseball glove that she carries everywhere with her. She takes her glove and goes next door to her best friend, Daniel’s, house to see if he wants to help her find the perfect tree. Even though Daniel has his own dilemma at the moment, he goes along with Jackie. Perhaps both their problems can be solved at the same time. That would take a miracle. But Mom told Jackie that Christmas is the season of miracles, so you never know.
Things don’t turn out quite the way Jackie or Daniel had hoped. But our girl is very creative. She also loves her sisters, a lot. So here I sit in a beautiful tree, on Christmas Eve, an angel made by little April. And I’m smiling down at a family that knows the true meaning of Christmas.
Merry Christmas to all.
When Beverly was a kid she hated to read. Even though her eighth grade teacher sent her poem “Stars” to the National High School Poetry Association, and it was published in Young America Sings, an anthology of Texas high school poetry, she hated to write. In spite of her rocky relationship with the written word, she attended Midwestern University where she read too many books to count, graduated, and became a teacher, which meant more reading. As she read to her students and they read to her, she made an amazing discovery. Reading was fun.
She also started writing. To her surprise many of her articles were published in leading children’s magazines, such as Humpty Dumpty, Jack and Jill, Ladybug, and Focus on the Family Clubhouse Jr. One of her articles was published in a PreK-K Scott Foresman anthology. She also has five novels for teens and two books for young readers published, along with a story in Chicken Soup for the Soul. Her latest release is the children’s picture book, Tumbleweed Christmas.
Beverly has three sons and a bunch of grandkids. She and her husband live in the country where deer, skunks, and armadillos stop by for a visit. She writes most every day and usually has a book in one hand, with the vacuum, mop, skillet, or other household items in the other.
Visit Beverly online at http://beverlystowemcclure.wordpress.com