Christmas in July… an Ukrainian Christmas Story

Dear Reader:

Every time I walk to my car I pass my Ukrainian tree flag… it reminds me how easy it is to push suffering of others on the back burners … while so many unfortunate families and lives have been turned upside down.

And then I came across a sweet Christmas legend synonymous with Ukraine and I thought the story was an endearing way to reflect on how similar we all are as a human race, especially when it comes to the love of our children and Christmas magic.

The Spider and the Christmas Story

There once was a poor widow who lived in a cramped aged hut. She lived there with three small children … outside her home was a tall pine tree that one day dropped a pinecone that soon started to grow from the soil as if by magic… the children tended to it every day and under their loving care it was strong and ready to be cut and brought inside for Christmas.

The happiness at their first Christmas tree was quickly diminished, however, when they realized they had no ornaments to place on the tree and it was Christmas Eve… too late… too late.

It was the spiders hidden in every nook and cranny … who heard the quiet sobbing of the children that special Christmas Eve! Something had to be done to ” save Christmas” and the spiders knew exactly what to do. Immediately they got to work!

They created beautiful webs … decorating them with elegant and beautiful silky patterns. When the children awoke the next morning as the sun began to rise… the magic began.

The spiders had opened all the shutters and even cracked the door… the sun’s rays slid across the floor and then began to climb the tree …turning each spider web into glittering gold and silver reflections.

The mother and children held hands and danced around their dazzling Christmas tree… knowing that this Christmas would always be remembered as the year of the “Christmas Miracle! ”

Today spider webs are as synonymous with an Ukrainian Christmas as pickles with German Christmas trees and woven braided Christmas hearts with Danish trees.

So until tomorrow…

And the truth is ( yours, mine, and ours) we must always be there for our fellowman… what goes around comes around! And freedom is too precious not to go around and far too costly to surrender. # Number 9 Faith Directive! Embrace Your Truth

Today is my favorite day-Winnie the Pooh

Our future selves will thank us today for never giving up on better tomorrows.

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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3 Responses to Christmas in July… an Ukrainian Christmas Story

  1. Gin-g Edwards says:

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  2. Ron and Lynn Gamache says:

    What an amazingly beautiful story. Thank you for sharing more inspiration with us as another day dawns here in British Columbia. The fires burn on but the fighters persevere and tomorrow will for sure be better!

    • Becky Dingle says:

      The firemen… the real heroes in this escalated season of wildfires. We must pray for their safety throughout this most challenging season of destruction, human suffering, and sacrifice.

      Sent from my iPhone

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