Christmas December 2012


December, 2012

Isn't it FUN to tell stories? And no matter how funny yours is, someone comes along to "top" it! A friend called me after reading last month's "Happenings" about giving my pharmacist the wrong note for an ointment. She went to her doctor complaining about pains in her breasts. He gave her a prescription for medication he thought would help. He also suggested she have a mammogram and wrote another prescription to present to the hospital for that procedure.

The next day, she sent her maid to the grocery store with a list of needed supplies. Then she gave her the prescription for pain to take to the drug store, thereby saving my friend's time to make that trip. When the maid returned, she told my friend, "The druggist said this prescription was for a mammogram, and they didn't do that at the drug store!"

Terrible mistake! Nothing else to do but leave to pick up the pain prescription herself. She handed it to the druggist and he said, "You'll have to take this to the hospital!" Turning away to his assistant, he said, "That's the second person today coming in here for a mammogram!"

Ronnie and Ethel Rose, Dortha and Dale, and I have our bags packed, our airfare tickets ready to fly to Tampa, Florida to spend eight days at Christmas with Wanda and Dexter. I'm not sure at this time how many of the grandchildren will be there also.

I am so blessed! A very special friend was browsing through a book sale and found a Book, "Help for Sabbath School Concerts" by Allen P. and Marianna T. Folsom! She knew these were my mother's grandparents! The book was written in l872 - 139 years ago! What a treasure! She sent me the book and I immediately read it from cover to cover. This was a collection of poetry and skits of that time. There was only one poem written by Allen Folsom, entitled CHRISTMAS BELLS:

Come and hear the Christmas bells;

Hark! They call me from my lair;

Ringing, jingling here and there,

Introducing songs in the air,

Sweetly sounding everywhere,

'Tis, oh, 'tis the Christmas bells!

Merrily, merrily now they ring,

And the snow-flakes seem to sing

Songs unknown by Christmas bells.

Bells are humming; bells are coming;

Even now I hear them jingling;--

Listen! Christmas bells are ringing;

Listen! Angel choirs are singing

Songs unknown by Christmas Bells.

As my family gathers around the tree, we read the Christmas story of Jesus' birth from the Bible and listen to Dortha's favorite song, "Mary, Did You Know." I search for stories and other items to talk about. We end with testimonies from family members. This year, it will be so much fun to present "concerts" from a book written by grandparents 139 years ago.

My sister, Doris Elaine Smith Piwetz died April 18, 2004 at the age of 84. I really miss her because we were together several times every month. The last Christmas card she sent me: a manger scene on the front and the left inside was this beautiful poetry, "To Tillie, from Elaine"…"A Christmas Blessing" by Frankie Oviatt

My sister, Doris Elaine Smith Piwertz died April 18, 2004 at the age of 84. I really miss her because we were together several times every month. The last Christmas card she sent me: a manger scene on the front and the left inside was this beautiful poetry, "To Tillie, from Elaine"…"A Christmas Blessing" by Frankie Oviatt:

May your Christmas be filled with beautiful hours and memories lovely to hold,

To enhance and embellish, the days of your years,

Like angel wings sprinkled with gold.

May Christmas spirit, in all of its joy, touch the depths of your soul with delight,

And may blessings in bushels, abundant and rich,

Light every path of your life.

I am thinking Elaine also gave me the Christmas story I'm sharing with you this year because it was paper-clipped to her last Christmas Card.


It was nearing the holiday season, 1994, time for our orphans to hear, for the first time, the traditional story of Christmas. We told them about Mary and Joseph arriving in Bethlehem. Throughout the story, the children and orphanage staff sat in amazement as they listened. Some sat on the edges of their stools, trying to grasp every word.

Completing the story, we gave the children three small pieces of cardboard to make a crude manger.

Each child was given a small paper square, cut from yellow napkins I had brought with me. No colored paper was available in the city. Following instructions, the children tore the paper and carefully laid strips in the manger for straw.

Small squares of flannel, cut from a worn-out nightgown an American lady was throwing away as she left Russia, were used for the baby's blanket.

A doll-like baby was cut from tan felt we had brought from the United States.

The orphans were busy assembling their manger as I walked among them to see if they needed any help. All went well until I got to one table where little Misha sat. He looked to be about 6 years old and had finished his project.

As I looked at the little boy's manger, I was startled to see not one, but two babies. Quickly, I called for the translator to ask the lad why there were two babies in the manger.

Crossing his arms in front of him and looking at this completed manger scene, the child began to repeat the story very seriously. For such a young boy, who had only heard the Christmas story once, he related the happenings accurately -- until he came to the part where Mary put the baby Jesus in the manger.

Then, Misha started to ad-lib. He made up his own ending to the story as he said, "And when Maria laid the baby in the manger, Jesus looked at me and asked me if I had a place to stay. I told Him I have no momma and I have no papa, so I don't have any place to stay.

Then Jesus told me I could stay with Him. But I told him I couldn't, because I didn't have a gift to give Him like everybody else did. But I wanted to stay with Jesus so much, so I thought about what I had that maybe I could use for a gift. I thought maybe if I kept Him warm, that would be a good gift. So I asked Jesus, "If I keep you warm, will that be a good enough gift?"

And Jesus told me, "If you keep me warm, that will be the best gift anybody ever gave me."

So I got into the manger, and then Jesus looked at me and He told me I could stay with Him -- for always.

As little Misha finished his story, his eyes brimmed full of tears that splashed down his cheeks. The little orphan had found someone who would never abandon nor abuse him, someone who would stay with him-- FOR ALWAYS.

TILLIE WIER, inspirational writer and employee of Logos Ranch, LLC shares her adventures with God so that others may see Him in their everyday lives.

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