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Albie shrunk down into the bushes with only his eyeballs showing.
His sister, Clara, was going to be so angry. Just yesterday, he’d torn
another shirt during recess. It was his last one, the one he was supposed to
wear to the Thanksgiving program.
Once a little baby was born. He was a healthy and happy baby. He was loved by his mother, his father, his brother and his sister. He was loved by God.
The king of the land at the time of Moses’ birth was a very bad man. He ordered his soldiers to take all the baby boys from their mothers and fathers.
In Honor of all the Mothers Who Have Adopted Children/Mother’s Day.
“Olivia,” the Lord said. “This is your first work in my name…and it is important.”
“But Lord, what if I can’t do this?” began Olivia the newest Love Angel, biting her lip.
“Did I make you in my likeness? Am I your loving Heavenly Father?” asked God. “Haven’t I told you that with me anything is possible?”
Slip the Otter pulled off his muddy shoes. His Mama had just cleaned
the floor in the den and no one messed up his Mama’s clean floor. Not when
Grammy Josie and Grappy Jon were coming over to eat. Especially not on
”Oh no! Baby powder!” said a confused Dazzle the Wizard. ”Where did that come from?”
“But how can that be? Baby powder has been banned by the Princess,” said his assistant Snazzle. “She claims to be allergic to it.”
Dazzle shook head.
“That’s just because she wants to be the only one smelling good at the Sadie Hawkin’s Day Dance. That’s the only way she’ll snag a prince.”
“Shush,” Dazzle said, begging for Snazzle to stop talking. “My last assistant disappeared after talking like that.”
Shiny was Moonbeam’s biggest fan. She’d even go hungry if Moonbeam
would just ask her to join him in his trek across the Christmas sky.
A tiny jeweled tear dropped from Buttercup’s eye. “What do you mean? Why can’t I be a Christmas cow?” she asked.
“No one has ever heard of a Christmas Cow,”Elmer said, with a sneer. “We’re the pride of Santa’s workshop. Everyone knows about Christmas Bears.”
Gaston ran as fast as he could, peeking behind himself every few seconds. They can’t catch me, he thought. They’ll have their hands all over me and before I know it they’ll have me falling apart. Then, I’ll never reach Santa on time.
“Hey you, Mr. Snowman. Stop!” yelled the biggest boy. “We just want to play with you.”
“Can’t. I have a job to do,” Gaston said. “Santa forgot his naughty or nice list.”
Clarence yawned. He was exhausted. All day long he had chased after all twelve of Moonbeams children. Thinking about sleep, he plopped down on his fluffy cloud and fell fast asleep.
“Clarence, wake up,” shouted Moonbeam. “I have to help Santa. It’s Christmas Eve.”
Clarence rolled over but his eyes didn’t open.
“Clarence, Santa needs me,” yelled Moonbeam, shaking Clarence’s shoulder. “Rudolph has a cold and his nose isn’t working right. I need to light up the sky for Santa.”
“Okay. Okay,” Clarence mumbled. ” You don’t need to scream at me.”
SusieQ took a deep breath and belted out, “It’s my birthday! It’s my birthday!”
“Really?” asked Jacobia.
SusieQ laughed and mumbled, “Not really. I just want a party. Some cake . . . and what would a birthday party be without presents.”
“That’s not very nice,” Jacobia said.