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Timothy, by Janice Siderius

24/12/2021

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Timothy has spent his entire young life dependent on his family. When he goes to church his father carries him on his back; his siblings help him move about the house. Despite his crutch and braces, he is a loving, happy boy who never says anything unkind or complains.

One Christmas morning, a delivery boy unexpectedly arrives with a colossal turkey for the family’s dinner. Young Timothy exclaims, “That turkey is bigger than me!”

His mother, stunned by the gift, is speechless.

Timothy declares, “You see, mother, people can change. Even people as mean and stingy as Mr. Scrooge.”
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Christmas Sign, by Elizabeth Zahn

24/12/2021

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“December 25th? Like father, like son. Or daughter,” my mother-in-law said about my due date.

“What?” We’d just sung my husband “Happy Birthday”. In July.

“You didn’t know?” she said. “Chris was born Christmas Day.”

“You changed his birthday?”

She nodded. “As a child, Chris was miserable sharing his birthday.”

“Chris, why didn’t you tell me?”

“When we met, I told you my fake birthday. Leos, you’d said, were your most compatible love sign. But I was really a Capricorn. And really in love.”

I hugged him.

“But,” I said, “Let’s raise our baby a Capricorn. Like Jesus.”

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A Poorer, Yet Richer Christmas, by Alyce Clark

24/12/2021

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In Christmas’s past, the coins jingled much more-
As we carried our packages home from the store.
“Bigger and better,” we practically cried,
Now, “less is more” we gratefully sigh.
Tables were filled with sumptuous treats.
No cost was spared for our time-honored feast.
Now we’ve pared it down to our most favorite dishes.
Enjoying God’s love with these granted best wishes.
Our hearts have grown full- while our wallets hold less.
No spectacular gowns, we’re more casually dressed.
Warm memories and smiles when we think of the past.
And now we know the true meaning of Christmas, at last.
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Merry Christmas Gordon, by Doug Bartlett

23/12/2021

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The writers from FFF secretly got together to decide what to get Gordon for his Christmas present. What do you get a man who has everything?

Surprisingly, we all agreed on the same thing.
However it would take five semi-trucks to deliver it. The trucks took turns backing into his driveway and dumping their load.

Gordon heard the noise outside his house and went to investigate only to be surprised by the largest pile of commas he had ever seen in his life. They were all brand new and never been used.

Merry Christmas Gordon.

Utterly brilliant, Doug! – editor.
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Some Children Never Grow Up, by Gordon Lawrie

23/12/2021

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Some children never grow up.
 
They're the ones who get too greedy at Christmas, who always want more than their parents could ever afford and look disappointed when they open their presents on Christmas morning.
 
Nobody tells them.
 
Sure, Santa comes down the chimney, but the presents are actually ordered online by Mum and Dad from Santa Claus Inc.. And Santa needs greedy children as raw material for those lovely toys.
 
Ever wondered why you never see Santa with an empty sack, even when all the presents are delivered? Careful what you wish for, children.
 
Some children never grow up.
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Hear My Tune, by Michael Talledes

22/12/2021

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The stage lights are dimmed, sparing Norman time to be assisted to his chair. Handing the coordinator his cane, he accepts in return his guitar—shaking in his grip. A country legend decrepit to Father Time, he lives only with hope.

Peering at the near empty crowd enshrined by the sunset, he sees no sign of her. Banner lights blare to life in harmony with his opening tune. He begins.

“This Christmas, I am missing you… My sweet daughter.”

He pauses, lowering his guitar as the tune continues. From the front row… He overhears:

“Grandpa?”

His heart begins to mend.

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Cooking Troubles, by Padmini Krishnan

21/12/2021

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​People knew Bushy Evergreen as the elf who designed toys for kids, but Samantha knew him as an inventor of cooking machines and ovens. Bushy Evergreen also knew Samantha as the world’s worst cook. That is why he was here every Christmas, spending 2 hours in her kitchen, making the best dinner. His crunchy roasted potatoes melted in the mouth, providing just the required spice and seasoning. His pudding made you wonder whether it was cranberry or strawberry that was blended in with the chocolate sauce.

Samantha closed the kitchen door to her family on Christmas. Her three family members salivated, waiting for the sole tasty food they got the whole year unless they dined out. The thirties-something dad paced around the room, wondering if it would be salmon this year. Last year they had turkey and now he was sure he could smell smoked salmon. The youngest pressed her nose to the kitchen door wishing for a chocolate pudding.

The eldest son pulled a stool and peeped in. His mother was seated on the kitchen chair, her back towards him, drawing a red tail. Confused, the boy stared around the kitchen. There was a big circular object in the left corner of the kitchen, apparently an oven. He saw a tail protruding from the oven. He jumped down, “It is a cat,” he whispered to his dad and sister. “A cat is cooking. His head is buried in the oven. His tail is red.”

“Is he cooking himself?”

The boy’s sister pushed him and got onto the stool. “It is a baby with a mustache,” she cried.

The dad stood in the middle of the room, gulping. He was too scared to peep in.

The dinner done to satisfaction, Bushy Evergreen turned to Samantha.

“That smells wonderful. See you next year?” she asked eagerly.

“Sorry. I got a message from Santa. They have found a cook worse than you. I will have to go to him next year. This will be our last meeting.”

Samantha gaped in dismay as Bushy Evergreen flew out of the window.
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Doing The Duty, by Allison Symes

20/12/2021

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‘You know how it is with the duty. I’ll be back as soon as possible, dear.’ The old man peered at his wife.

‘I won’t wait up.’

‘I’d be cross if you did. How can I put your presents out if you’re waiting for me? Nobody sees Santa on his rounds, including you.’

Santa and his sleigh took off. He thought he heard his wife laugh as he left. He smiled.

When he returned, there would be a massive slab of Christmas cake waiting for him, the best in the world. Nobody could beat Mrs Christmas’s cooking - duty rewarded.
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Yuletide in Waiting, by Sterling Warner

19/12/2021

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Flickering lights color night skies
sand dollar-sized snowflakes drop vertically
from above, drifting neither left nor right—
a windless voyage destined to land & lay
on frozen tundra adding to the snowpack--
layer after layer, blankets of purity cover
familiar green grass, pea gravel paths
& asphalt roads like an icy comforter
pegged to the ground or clinging to lofty
evergreen boughs that bend from added weight,
often cracking & splitting branches or felling
entire trees as blustery weather picks-up,
knocks down power lines, dampening yuletide
decorations; dead holiday bulbs & starless heavens
prevail, leaving mother nature’s footprint
dominant with her festive ivory flurries.
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Homeless at Christmas, by Guy Fletcher

19/12/2021

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The young man appears middle-aged,
body and mind worn away
like his old pair of shoes.
He stares with far off eyes
perhaps remembering Christmas in the past.
Now he watches opulent shoppers pass by
under a cold, indifferent winter sky

shivering in a damp sleeping bag.
Then an angelic soul buys him
hot soup and a roll, he feels
as though he's eating at the RItz
but then he descends back to Hell,
the Devil tempts him again and again
for he longs for a drink...to numb the pain..
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