The Blessing of Storytelling

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.

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Reading a book about the seasons called, “Listen, Listen” during Moms and Tots Story time at the Zeeland Community Center.
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Old MacDonald Sing Along
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Introducing the kids to my friend, Hoppy the Frog

Tiny the Silver Bell

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.

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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

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She waited and waited
Tears softly fell
She shivered in the cold
Hoping someone would hear her silver bell

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But then Tiny heard a noise
Coming from up high
It sounded like hundred bells ringing
Then Tiny saw why

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A light appeared
On a big brown sleigh
Inside sat Santa
With a smile on his face

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Strapped to the collars
Of eight reindeer
Were other silver bells
Singing for all to hear

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Santa scooped up Tiny
Into his big glove
She looked into his eyes
And saw such love

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He tied her to Rudolph’s red ribbon
Happy, Alive and Well
This is the Christmas Story
Of Tiny the Silver Bell

 

THE END