Every journey in life is a story, and stories propel our world. Good stories. Bad stories. Tales of victory. Tales of defeat. Whatever the premise, our lives are shaped with stories.
Today, I again had the privilege of sharing with an alert group of minds that require variety in order to keep them impressed. This group is children. I love the challenge of grabbing their attention and drawing them into a story. When something alights their interest, I see it shine in their eyes. It’s magical. Storytelling is a blessing to me because I enjoy watching them. Their happiness brings me happiness.
On Tuesday, during the Moms and Tots story time, I shared my original Christmas story called, “Tiny the Silver Bell.” Each time I said the word bell, the children rang the bells I had handed out. It was a blast.
Today, I share the story with you.
On the night before Christmas There wasn’t a sound Except for a jingle Of Tiny, a little bell
Tiny had fallen from a sleigh Some time ago Lost and alone Wishing for a family and home
She waited and waited Tears softly fell She shivered in the cold Hoping someone would hear her silver bell
But then Tiny heard a noise Coming from up high It sounded like hundred bells ringing Then Tiny saw why
A light appeared On a big brown sleigh Inside sat Santa With a smile on his face
Strapped to the collars Of eight reindeer Were other silver bells Singing for all to hear
Santa scooped up Tiny Into his big glove She looked into his eyes And saw such love
He tied her to Rudolph’s red ribbon Happy, Alive and Well This is the Christmas Story Of Tiny the Silver Bell