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    [RC] Beautiful christmas Story - Jennifer Judkins

    This is a lovely story from MARISA, very appropriate for the season.  Happy Holidays, everyone!  Jennifer

    Only for Love
    The young couple had made their usual hurried, pre-Christmas
    visit to the little farm where dwelt the elderly parents with their
    small herd of horses. The farm had been named Lone Pine Farm because
    of the huge pine which topped the hill behind the farm, and through
    the years had become a talisman to the old man and his wife, and a
    landmark in the countryside. The old folks no longer showed their
    horses, for the years had taken their toll, but they sold a few foals
    each year, and the horses were their reason for joy in the morning
    and contentment at day's end.

    Crossly, as they prepared to leave, the young couple confronted the
    old folks. "Why do you not at least dispose of "The Old One". She is
    no longer of use to you. It's been years since you've had foals from
    her. You should cut corners and save where you can. Why do you keep
    her anyway?" The old man looked down as his worn boot scuffed at the
    barn floor and his arm stole defensively about the Old One's neck as
    he drew her to him and
    rubbed her gently behind the ears. He replied softly, "We keep her
    because of love. Only because of love."

    Baffled and irritated, the young folks wished the old man and his
    wife a Merry Christmas and headed back toward the city as darkness
    stole through the valley.
    So it was, that because of the leave-taking, no one noticed the
    insulation smouldering on the frayed wires in the old barn. None saw
    the first spark fall. None but the "Old One".

    In a matter of minutes, the whole barn was ablaze and the hungry
    flames were licking at the loft full of hay. With a cry of horror and
    despair, the old man shouted to his wife to call for help as he raced
    to the barn to save their beloved horses. But the flames were roaring
    now, and the blazing heat drove him back. He sank sobbing to the
    ground, helpless before the fire's fury.

    By the time the fire department arrived, only smoking, glowing
    ruins were left, and the old man and his wife. They thanked those who
    had come to their aid, and the old man turned to his wife, resting
    her white head upon his shoulders as he clumsily dried her tears with
    a frayed red bandana. Brokenly he whispered, "We have lost much, but
    God has spared our home on this eve of Christmas. Let us, therefore,
    climb the hill to the old pine where we have sought comfort in times
    of despair. We will look down upon our home and give thanks to God
    that it has been spared."

    And so, he took her by the hand and helped her up the snowy hill
    as he brushed aside his own tears with the back of his hand. As they
    stepped over the little knoll at the crest of the hill, they looked
    up and gasped in amazement at the incredible beauty before them.
    Seemingly, every glorious, brilliant star in the heavens was caught
    up in the glittering, snow-frosted branches of their beloved pine,
    and it was aglow with heavenly candles. And poised on its top most
    bough, a crystal crescent moon glistened li ke spun glass. Never had a
    mere mortal created a Christmas tree such as this.

    Suddenly, the old man gave a cry of wonder and incredible joy as
    he pulled his wife forward. There, beneath the tree, was their
    Christmas gift. Bedded down about the "Old One" close to the trunk of
    the tree, was the entire herd, safe. At the first hint of smoke, she
    had pushed the door ajar with her muzzle and had led the horses
    through it. Slowly and with great dignity, never looking back, she
    had led them up the hill, stepping daintily through the snow. The
    foals were frightened and dashed about. The skittish yearlings looked
    back at the crackling, hungry flames, and tucked their tails under
    them as they licked their lips and hopped like rabbits. The mares
    pressed uneasily against the "Old One" as she moved calmly up the
    hill and to safety beneath the pine. And now, she lay among them and
    gazed at the faces of those she loved. Her body was brittle with
    years, but the golden eyes were fi lled with devotion as she offered
    her gift---

    Because of love. Only Because of

    For this time of the year.......Happy Holidays.........

    (unknown author)

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