THE TALE OF THE CHRISTMAS GIFT

                Long ago, in a land very far, further even
               than Christmas Cheer, lived Joseph, a poor
               and lonely old man. He lived all alone in a
               little cabin in the woods, and each day for
               Joseph was sadder and sadder. He had lost
               his will to be merry and he allowed the
               weight of loneliness to overpower him. His
               despair became deeper as the season of cheer
               approached and no one came calling. His
               days were meager and simple: he would rise
               before the sun did, eat his small breakfast of
               cooked oats and then go to the little garden
               patch and tend to his tomatoes, peppers, corn
               and potatoes in spring and summer. In the
               winter his days were spent with a book by a
               cozy fire. He needed little food, and the
               Heavens had provided kindly for him. It was
               pleasant enough, but loneliness weighed
               heavily on him. Day after day passed this
               way, and the lonely hours stretched into
               lonely years.

               The Angels of Christmas Cheer often looked
               in on Joseph and watched over his shoulder.
               Joseph never saw the angels, but in his kind
               heart he knew they were there.

               One very cold Christmas eve, during a
               blizzard, Joseph heard a muffled noise at his
               door. When he opened it, there, in a basket in
               the freezing cold, lay a tiny brown puppy with
               a pink nose. A bright red ribbon with a tiny
               bell was tied around its neck, and it barely
               looked old enough to be away from its
               mother. Joseph peered out into the viciously
               falling snow to see if he could spot anyone,
               but the storm was so intense that it was
               impossible to see. Quickly he gathered up the
               pup, brought it inside and warmed it by the
               fire. This tiny life came into his and his days
               were never to be the same.

               Joseph looked at the tiny creature and spoke
               to him: "Where did you come from little
               guy?" The puppy just looked at him with
               huge sad and frightened eyes. Joseph's heart
               was stolen. He scratched the pup behind the
               ears and said: "I guess it doesn't matter
               where you came from, you are safe now. I am
               going to call you Jingles, for the tiny bell
               around your neck. Do you like that?" The
               puppy just looked up at Joseph, but slowly a
               little brown tail began to wag. The tiny pink
               nose sniffed the warm air of the cabin, and a
               shy little paw came out from the basket.
               When Joseph petted Jingles' head the puppy
               licked his hand. It was love, and thanks to
               Jingles, Joseph would not be lonely for a
               long time again.

               As the years passed, the old man and the dog
               became inseparable. Jingles would sit by
               Joseph as he tended his garden. He would
               walk by Joseph's side through the woods and
               into the little town for supplies. Jingles sat
               with Joseph in the deep winters as Joseph
               read his books aloud to the dog. Jingles did
               not understand the words, but he knew it was
               good to hear his master's low droning voice.
               He would sleep at the foot of Joseph's bed,
               and even fetch him his slippers in the
               morning, and Joseph seldom thought of
               being alone with much sadness anymore,
               because the wagging of Jingles' tail always
               brought him a smile. Time passed and
               Jingles' grew into a big dog with brown fur,
               deep and soulful brown eyes, floppy large
               ears and a pink nose. Joseph thought his dog
               was the most beautiful and loyal dog in the
               world, and Jingles was. God granted these
               two happy years together.

               So the days passed in perfect harmony and
               peace until on a Christmas eve, several years
               later, Jingles worriedly looked up at his sick
               master laying in a bed coughing. The night
               was very cold and Jingles knew he needed to
               keep the master warm, but he did not know
               how to start the fire. Every time Joseph
               coughed Jingles was alert. He did not know
               what to do, and his concern had caused him
               to completely forget he had not eaten a meal
               all day.

               Late in the night Joseph stopped coughing.
               Joseph never moved again. Several days went
               by but Jingles never left his master's side.

               When they were finally found both Jingles
               and Joseph were in a better place.

               Many who hear this tale cry at the loyalty of
               an old man and his dog, and at the unfairness
               of life, but few know that both Joseph and
               Jingles were granted a Christmas gift.

               Joseph and Jingles are united once again,
               forever in Christmas Cheer, where they will
               never get older, never get sick, and never die.
               This is so because it was planned long ago,
               on that very same night the little angels
               brought Jingles to Joseph on that one snowy
               night long ago...
 

               They now live here with the Christmas Cheer
               angels. Somewhere in between the Heavens
               and the earth...

               Moral: "sometimes sad things have to happen
               before true happiness can come."
 
 
 

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