The Christmas Spider
Posted by: bigguyhereagain <bigguyhereagain@...>
A long time ago in Germany a mother was busily cleaning for Christmas.
She swept every corner of the house clean, for she wanted everything
bright and shiny in time for Christmas Day. The spiders fled upstairs to
the attic to escape the broom, for they knew she was far too busy to
follow them up there.
On Christmas Eve, as soon as the house became quiet, the spiders slowly
crept down for a peek. They scuttled into the livingroom and oh what a
sight they saw!
A beautiful Christmas Tree! In their excitement they scurried up the
trunk and out along each branch. They were filled with happiness as they
climbed among the glittering beauty.
Alas, by the time they had finished climbing, the tree was completely
covered with dusty grey spiders' webs.
Midnight came, and Santa Claus came with gifts for the children.When he
saw the tree, he smiled to see how happy the spiders were but he knew
how heartbroken the mother would be if she saw the tree covered with
dusty webs.
So he turned the grey spiders' webs to silver and gold. The Christmas
Tree sparkled and shimmered and was even more beautiful than before.
That is why we have tinsel on Christmas Trees, and every tree should
have a Christmas spider in its branches.
Her hair up in a ponytail, her favorite dress tied with a bow.
Today was Daddy's Day at school, and she couldn't wait to go.
But her mommy tried to tell her, that she probably should stay home.
Why the kids might not understand, if she went to school alone.
But she was not afraid; she knew just what to say.
What to tell her classmates, on this Daddy's Day.
But still her mother worried, for her to face this day alone.
And that was why once again, she tried to keep her daughter home.
But the little girl went to school, eager to tell them all.
About a dad she never sees, a dad who never calls.
There were daddies along the wall in back, for everyone to meet.
Children squirming impatiently, anxious in their seats.
One by one the teacher called, a student from the class.
To introduce their daddy, as seconds slowly passed.
At last the teacher called her name, every child turned to stare.
Each of them were searching, for a man who wasn't there.
"Where's her daddy at?" she heard a boy call out.
"She probably doesn't have one," another student dared to shout.
And from somewhere near the back, she heard a daddy say.
"Looks like another deadbeat dad, too busy to waste his day.
The words did not offend her, as she smiled at her friends.
And looked back at her teacher, who told her to begin.
And with hands behind her back, slowly she began to speak.
And out from the mouth of a child, came words incredibly unique.
"My Daddy couldn't be here, because he lives so far away.
But I know he wishes he could be with me on this day.
And though you cannot meet him, I wanted you to know.
All about my daddy, and how much he loves me so.
He loved to tell me stories, he taught me to ride my bike.
He surprised me with pink roses, and taught me to fly a kite.
We used to share fudge sundaes and ice cream in a cone.
And though you cannot see him, I'm not standing all alone.
"Cause my daddy's always with me, even though we are apart
I know because he told me, he'll forever be here in my heart"
With that her little hand reached up, and lay across her chest.
Feeling her own heartbeat, beneath her favorite dress.
And from somewhere in the crowd of dads, her mother stood in tears.
Proudly watching her daughter, who was wise beyond her years.
For she stood up for the love of a man not in her life.
Doing what was best for her, doing what was right.
And when she dropped her hand back down, staring straight into the
crowd.
She finished with a voice so soft, but its message clear and loud.
"I love my daddy very much, he's my shining star.
And if he could he'd be here, but heaven's just too far.
But sometimes when I close my eyes, it's like he never went away."
And then she closed her eyes, and saw him there that day.
And to her mother's amazement, she witnessed with surprise.
A room full of daddies and children, all starting to close their
eyes.
Who knows what they saw before them, who knows what they felt inside.
Perhaps for merely a second, they saw him at her side.
"I know you're with me Daddy," to the silence she called out.
And what happened next made believers, of those once filled with
doubt.
Not one in that room could explain it, for each of their eyes had
been closed.
But there placed on her desktop, was a beautiful fragrant pink rose.
And a child was blessed, if only a moment, by the love of her
shining bright star.
And given the gift of believing, that heaven is never too far.
Sometimes I wonder when things go so wrong,
Has God forsaken and left me alone.
Then I remember to follow His quest,
He's always with me, I'm most richly blessed.
I asked for strength that I might achieve,
I was given weakness that I might learn humbly to obey.
I asked for health that I might do great things,
I was given infirmity that I might do better things.
I asked for riches that I might be happy,
I was given poverty that I might be wise.
I asked for power that I might have the praise of men,
I was made weak that I might feel the need of God.
I asked for all things that I might enjoy life,
I was given life that I might enjoy all things.
I got nothing that I asked for but everything that I'd hoped for,
And almost despite myself, I am among men, MOST RICHLY BLESSED!
HE'S ALWAYS WITH ME, I AM MOST RICHLY BLESSED!
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