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Cowboy Tex and the Christmas Surprise
It was Christmas time on the Tangled Bramble Ranch. Cowboy Tex was excited. Today he was going out with Farmer John, his two kids Bill and Tori, and Davis, one of the cowboys on the ranch. Mrs. Snoopy, Farmer John’s wife, was staying at home and would have hot chocolate and Christmas cookies waiting for them when they came home with the Christmas tree.
“Come on Tex,” Bill’s voice tore through Cowboy Tex’s thoughts. Pretty soon Farmer John and Davis picked out a pretty fir tree. While they cut the tree down, Cowboy Tex wandered off into the woods with Bill and Tori. Suddenly, Tex heard a twig snap loudly. He looked up and around and gave a warning woof. “What’s the matter, Tex?” Bill questioned worriedly. Tex woo “What’s going on kids?” came a voice from the trees behind them. Farmer Brown and Davis were back from the tree. Tex woofed a third time. “Dad, I think Tex is trying to tell us something,” Bill said. “Come on Tex,” Farmer John motioned toward th Davis backed toward the trail a bit. Tex ran behind him and growled. Finally, they waited until Tex let them go. When they finally got home, Mrs. Snoopy met them with hot chocolate and Christmas cookies, as she had promised. They ate them by the big window in the kitchen. As they talked, the ordeal with Tex was brought up. “I don’t know what got into him,” Bill marveled. “It was really weird,” Farmer John added. Suddenly, Tex growled. “Woah, Tex!” Out the windo person all bundled up in furs. “What’s going on, Tex?” Bill asked. Before anyone could do anything more, there was a knock on the door. “I’ll get it,” Tori yelled, running for the door. Then she screeched, “Gran!” They gave her cookies and
The popcorn bursts with a fury and fills the kitchen with its appealing aroma. Cranberries, luffy counterparts. Children in excited decorate the tree?”
Little hands help string the popcorn and cranberries; two to one, respectively. Over and over, hands are busy until something nostalgic is created. Lengths of red and white are knotted together to n its a Christmas tree decoration they’re making. To me, its Memories that will carry on in the lives of my children’s children. Memories that are a continuation of the ones my own mother created for us when we were young. Now I absorb them from a mother’s point of view. Magic that is fleeting, illuminates little faces that look with wonder as the garland they helped create is hung upon the tree. How beautiful it is that something so incredibly omething so meaningful: a heart full of lasting
On Christmas Eve in 1864, Minna Walden peered out the window. She sighed, seeing no
“Will the War let Papa come home for Christmas?” She asked her older sister.
“Likely not,” said Helga, “because he did not come last year either.” Sighing, Minna went back to her sewing, sniffing the spicy smell of traditional German Lebkuchen in the kitchen for comfort. Lena, the youngest Walden, was maniacally mixing the spicy dough, spilling
“Lena, if you don’t keep some of that dough in the bowl, there won’t be any to eat!” Mama said. Lena immediately slowed her mixing, making sure not a grain of flour was spilled.
That night, Minna and Helga lay in their bed, praying for their father’s safety in the war be with Papa, and please, please let him come home tomorrow,” Minna prayed.
The next morning, Christmas Day, was filled with Merry Christmases, but without Papa.
Lena looked out the window of the cabin, and suddenly yelped, “Belsnickel is there! I see him!” Belsnickel, or Santa Claus, was walking towards the cabin. Helga looked where Lena was
“That’s not Belsnickel! That’s Papa!” She exclaimed, running out to meet him. Her younger
The girls asked, showering him with questions.
“There was an outbreak of sickness and a bunch of us had to leave. I am well now, and I
“Welcome home, Papa,” said Helga, “and I thank God for your health and safety.”
“Me too,” said Papa, “because of the Lord’s good will.”