When it Comes to Christmas …the More the Merrier…

There were donkeys, chickens, roosters, ducks, geese, goats, reindeer, rabbits, rhinos…

Dear Reader:

For my door prize at the annual MS luncheon last Friday I won a bag of beautifully carved wooden animals! I was thrilled! It brought back memories of my childhood when mother would ” tolerate ” us kids adding strange play animals to her beautiful manger that daddy had given her on their first Christmas together.

Sometimes late at night if I got up for water or whatever, over the Christmas holidays, I would catch mother staring at the manger from the sofa and hear a small sigh escape her lips-as a child I thought she was frustrated at the interloping bizarre animals joining the manger . Now I know, in reflection, mother was missing daddy and remembering with nostalgia those early years together.

When my younger brother, David, was little, he had a slight lisp and one Christmas he was chosen to-be the wise man carrying the frankincense-mother worked with him every day practicing how to pronounce ” frankincense” orally.

On Christmas Eve when it came time for David to bow down before the ” Betsy Wetsy” Jesus baby doll… he loudly proclaimed …as the third and last wise man-… ” And I bring you Frankenstein !” It brought down the house!

Later that night the doorbell rang and a man from our church appeared with a small package for David. Inside was a toy Frankenstein. David immediately placed the ” monster ” along with the wise men outside the manger.

Welcome one and all to see the newborn child!

Even years after David passed at age 21… mother always added Frankenstein to the manger celebration in memory of David! ***Since telling that story I have heard that other little boys thought the same thing.

So until tomorrow… Welcome one and all… including little monsters-especially, perhaps little monsters!

Clearing off Santa’s workshop for Christmas dinners!

Today is my favorite day-Winnie the Pooh

About Becky Dingle

I was born a Tarheel but ended up a Sandlapper. My grandparents were cotton farmers in Laurens, South Carolina and it was in my grandmother’s house that my love of storytelling began beside an old Franklin stove. When I graduated from Laurens High School, I attended Erskine College (Due West of what?) and would later get my Masters Degree in Education/Social Studies from Charleston Southern. I am presently an adjunct professor/clinical supervisor at CSU and have also taught at the College of Charleston. For 28 years I taught Social Studies through storytelling. My philosophy matched Rudyard Kipling’s quote: “If history were taught in the form of stories, it would never be forgotten.” Today I still spread this message through workshops and presentations throughout the state. The secret of success in teaching social studies is always in the story. I want to keep learning and being surprised by life…it is the greatest teacher. Like Kermit said, “When you’re green you grow, when you’re ripe you rot.”
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2 Responses to When it Comes to Christmas …the More the Merrier…

  1. Rachel Edwards says:

    Precious story…

    Like

  2. Becky Dingle says:

    I miss my Da-bo so much (long “a”) so much- why I love Dabo (short “a”) so much!!!!!

    Liked by 1 person

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