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Do you do anything special on Christmas Eve?
Merry Christmas!
Here's the rest of this story for you. I hope you enjoy it.
Mr. Pennyworth lay in his hospital bed and tried to be cheerful. It was hard to do, however; for he was alone and it was Christmas Eve. His wife had passed away several years before and they had had no children.
“It’s hard being alone without family or friends at my age,” the old man mused. “But I’m not really alone. The good Lord has not left me. He sent those angels to talk to me on the phone and get me help when I was having that heart attack. I wish I knew who they were so I could thank them.”
A light knock on the door sounded. “Mr. Pennyworth,” a nurse said, stepping inside, “you have visitors.”
“Me? Visitors? Well, let them in!” He looked eagerly toward the door.
Three girls entered somewhat shyly followed by a tall man.
“Mr. Pennyworth,” began the girl with long blonde hair, “I’m Angie Wilson, and these are my friends, Jenna and Stephanie, and their dad, Mr. Stephens.”
“Merry Christmas,” Jenna said, stepping forward. “We wanted to come see you even though we were told you were doing all right.”
Mr. Pennyworth tipped his head a little. “Were you girls the ones who called my house?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Come over here and let an old man thank you.” He beckoned them over to his bedside.
Smiling, the girls walked over and hugged him. “We made you something,” Angie said, offering her card. “The nurse said you didn’t have any family to visit you.”
Taking it, Mr. Pennyworth looked at the front. “Did you make this?”
Angie nodded.
“No one has ever made me a Christmas card before.” His hands trembled slightly as he opened it. “Dear Mr. Pennyworth, Merry Christmas! Will you please be my grandpa? Love, Angie.”
Mr. Pennyworth felt his throat tighten, and his vision blurred. The card fell onto the bed as he opened his arms and felt a gentle hug wrap around him. “Yes. Yes, I would love to,” he whispered as he pressed his wrinkled cheek against the long blonde hair of the girl who had helped save his life.
After a moment, Angie pulled away, her face wreathed in smiles Mr. Pennyworth brushed his hand over his eyes.
“We have cards too,” Stephanie said, bouncing forward. “This is the one I made you.”
Mr. Pennyworth opened it and read a similar message. “Another granddaughter,.” He chuckled, though there was still a slight catch in his voice. “Does that mean I get another hug?”
“Of course!” And Stephanie eagerly wrapped her arms around him.
Then it was Jenna’s turn. As she handed her card to him, she said, “You already know what it’s going to ask. Do you want one more granddaughter?”
“Absolutely! Why, I never expected to have one granddaughter, and now I have three.” Mr. Pennyworth gave Jenna a tighter squeeze. “I thought I was going to be spending this Christmas in heaven,” he said as Jenna straightened. “Instead I get to enjoy grandchildren I never thought I’d have.” He smiled at each of the girls.
“Care to add a son to that list, Dad?” Mr. Stephens asked.
At that Mr. Pennyworth laughed. “Of course! Now wait, I should be getting two sons and two daughters, right?”
“And two dogs and a canary,” Stephanie added.
Mr. Pennyworth smiled. “Tell me, girls, how did you manage to know how to send that ambulance the other night?”
Angie sat down on the edge of the bed and flipped her hair over her shoulder. “Well, in school they taught us what to do. It’s a new thing. We just had to dial 9-1-1 and someone would answer. Then we could tell them the emergency and they’d send whatever help was needed.”
“It’s easier to remember with only three numbers,” Jenna said.
“We were trying to call a friend when I called you,” Stephanie added. “And then Angie called 9-1-1 and–” She shrugged.
Mr. Pennyworth never knew family could be so wonderful as he relaxed in his bed and listened to the chatter of the three girls who had adopted him.
When visiting time was over, he hugged each girl and shook hands with Mr. Stephens. “You know,” he remarked, reaching out and catching Angie’s hand in his own wrinkled one, “Christmas is about family. Jesus was born so that we might be adopted into His family. And today you dear people have taken an old man into your family.” He brushed away a tear with his gnarled hand. “It’s going to be a wonderful Christmas.”
“Just hurry up and get well, so you can come to our house for Christmas,” Stephanie blurted out.
“That’s tomorrow,” Jenna reminded her.
Mr. Pennyworth laughed. “I’ll get well as quickly as I can,” he promised. “I don’t want to miss any time with my grandchildren. Or my sons and daughters.” And he smiled at them all.
Good morning!
This has been a busy week. With play practice lasting until 3 on Sunday, and then we did cast pictures and had to clean up, it was after 4:00 before we got home.
Monday evening my brother and his family came over and we celebrated my dad's birthday.
Wednesday evening I worked in the nursery at church.
Yesterday we babysat 5 of my 8 nieces and nephews almost all day. It was 70º out, so we raked leaves, took a walk, rode bikes, and enjoyed the nice weather.
Today we clean the house (it needs it!), and I have things I need to do. Tomorrow is our–hopefully–final play practice before the program Sunday evening. And my sis and I are decorating in the fellowship hall for the meal after the program. Busy times.
Since today is not a "10 Days of Christmas" party day, I thought I should share the next part of this Christmas story with you.
Hanging up, Jenna looked over at her best friend. “How do we get an ambulance? Wasn’t there some special number they told us about in school?”
“9-,” Angie began, but stopped. “I don’t remember.
“I think it was 1-1 at the end,” Stephanie said. “Try it. We’ve got to help that man!”
Quickly Angie dialed the three numbers. “I don’t know–Hello! Yes, an ambulance is needed at 511 Second Street. . . . No, we don’t live there, but we just talked to an older man, and he’s having trouble breathing. He needed us to call for help.” There was a short pause. “I don’t know his name. We were just trying to get the name of the street from him . . . Uh, huh. . . . Yes. He was having a really hard time breathing . . . Okay. Thanks. Bye.” Pressing the button to end the call, Angie smiled. “That was the right number. The lady said she’d dispatch an ambulance.”
“Let’s call the man back and tell him they’re coming!” suggested Stephanie.
This was agreed to at once, and Stephanie redialed the numbers she had first called. The man could hardly talk. “We called an ambulance, sir, and they’re on their way,” she assured him. “What? No, they’re coming to your house.” Suddenly, she pulled the phone away and hissed, “There’s another call coming in!”
Quickly, Angie sprang up and reached for the other phone. “Tell him we have to put him on hold but not to hang up!”
Stephanie relayed the message, assuring the older man that they weren’t going anywhere. Then Angie pushed hold and answered the other call.
To their surprise it was the dispatcher they had just talked to.
“Do you know the man’s name you just called about?” the dispatcher asked. “I need to try to get ahold of him.”
“I don’t know his name,” Angie said, “but we were just talking to him. We put him on hold when your call came in.”
“All right, I need you to hang up with him so that I can call and talk to him, okay?”
Angie agreed and quickly gave the dispatcher the man’s number.
When the phone lines were dead, the three girls looked at each other in silence for a few minutes.
“Now what?” Stephanie asked.
Jenna shrugged and flipped her brown hair over her shoulder. “I don’t know, but everything is going to feel strange and kind of a let down after that.”
Letting out a sigh, Angie nodded. “I know.”
“I just wish we could have kept talking to him until the ambulance got there,” put in Stephanie, sitting down at the table. “I hope he’s going to be okay.”
“Let’s pray for him.” And Angie reached out a hand to each of the sisters.
Though they didn’t know the man’s name, each girl bowed her head and prayed for the stranger they had accidentally called. When they finished, they continued sitting.
The harsh ringing of the telephone startled them all, and everyone sprang to their feet. Angie answered, and a smile blossomed over her face. “Oh, thank you! Yes, we did . . . What is his name? Pennyworth? . . . Okay. Thank you.” Hanging up, she looked at her friends. “His name is Mr. Pennyworth, and the ambulance got to him in time!”
“Yay!” Stephanie gave a little bounce.
With a smile, Jenna added, “I guess we can relax and watch our movie now. Unless we still wanted to call Lynn.”
At that Angie shook her head. “Now I’m not sure what her number is. What I thought was her number is Mr. Pennyworth’s number.”
“Well,” Stephanie said, following the others into the living room. “I did call the right number. I hope the man’s family finds out about him. It wouldn’t be very fun to be alone in the hospital at Christmas time.”
“Let’s make him some Christmas cards,” Jenna suggested. “He might like it even if he does have family with him.”
“I’ll get paper and scissors. Jenna, come get the pens and glue. Steph, clear everything off that coffee table so we’ll have plenty of space to work.” Angie issued orders rapidly.
Soon the three girls, with their movie playing in the background, were sitting on the floor around the coffee table hard at work.
I heard that Martha, over at Beyond the Literary Horizon, was going to do a Christmas themed blog party and, since I love Christmas, I quickly agreed to join. There are just 4 of us bloggers so you should have time to visit us all each day. And there is a giveaway. I hope you'll join us every-other-day for more Christmas fun! Let's get started!
I love Christmas carols. And Christmas songs in general. Some more than others. I try not to listen to them before Thanksgiving, but when I have to play something for church, or sing something in the choir . . . And sometimes I just can't seem to help singing them.
This carol is probably not a familiar one. I learned the chorus from one of my favorite Christmas books, but I'd never heard the tune until years ago when I looked it up. It just make me love the song even more.
1. Carol, but with gladness,
Not in songs of earth;
On the Saviour's birthday
Hallowed be our mirth;
While a thousand blessings
Fill our hearts with glee,
Christmas day we'll keep,
The Feast of Charity. Chorus
Chorus:
Carol, brothers, carol, carol joyfully,
Carol the good tidings, carol merrily;
And pray a gladsome Christmas
For all good Christian men.
Carol, brothers, carol, Christmas Day again.
2. At the merry table,
Think of those who've none,
The orphan and the widow
Hungry and alone.
Bountiful your offerings
To the alter bring;
Let the poor and needy
Christmas carols sing. Chorus
3. Listening angel music,
Discord sure must cease —
Who dare hate his brother
On this day of peace?
While the heavens are telling
To mankind good will,
Only love and kindness
Every bosom fill. Chorus
4. Let our hearts, responding
To the seraph band,
With this morning's sunshine
Bright in every land:
Word, and deed, and prayer
Speak the grateful sound,
Telling "Merry Christmas"
Al the World around. Chorus
Hello!
Happy 2nd of December! Since this Friday is filled with the first post in the 10 Days of Christmas, I thought I'd start this story now. I'll post the next part next Friday. But there will be fun posts between then. Anyway, enjoy!
P.S. This story is based on a true story.
“We’ll just be down the street at the Carter’s if you should need us for anything, girls.” Mrs. Stephens paused on the front stoop. Multi-colored Christmas lights shone from the house roof and from the bushes and houses along the street. Even some of the evergreens growing in the Kirkpatrick’s yard next door were ablaze with color.
Beside her, Mrs. Wilson nodded. “You know the rules, girls. You can call your friends, but you can’t invite anyone over.”
“We know,” three voices answered at once and then burst into laughter.
“Go have fun, Mom, Mrs. Stephens,” Angie said, waving her hand toward the fathers who where waiting on the sidewalk. “Dad’s waiting. We’ll be fine. We’ll lock the doors, eat supper, watch It’s a Wonderful Life, and talk.”
“Yes, go, Mom,” Jenna Stephens added.
A call from the sidewalk made the ladies turn away from the door and hurry to join their husbands.
Angie quickly shut the door and locked it. “There, now maybe they’ll go enjoy themselves.”
Stephanie giggled. She was Jenna’s younger sister and had just turned thirteen. “You would think that they’d be happy to get out of the house for a while to enjoy an adult party.”
“Oh, they will,” Jenna assured, refastening a clip that held her brown perm out of her face. “Once they decide that we really will be okay without them.”
“Come on, let’s eat,” Angie urged. She led the way to the kitchen, her straight blonde hair hanging down her back almost to her waist. She wore a headband and a red sweater which matched the red bows on the garland over the fireplace. No fire glowed in the grate, for both mothers had been afraid something might happen and the house would burn down.
Soon the three girls were sitting around the table eating and talking. Angie and Jenna had been friends since second grade and often hung out together after school and on Saturdays. Though neither of them would have minded, Mrs. Stephens usually considered Stephanie to be too young to join them in many of their activities, but now that she was thirteen she had become a part of their group more often.
After supper, the girls washed the dishes with a lot of laughter and then made their way to the living room. A Christmas tree stood in front of the large bay windows, its colored lights gleaming on the shiny glass ornaments.
“Come on, let’s watch the movie,” Jenna suggested, flopping down on the couch. “Unless we want to watch it later.”
“Then we won’t be sure we can finish it before our parents come home,” Stephanie pointed out.
“Oh, we’ll have plenty of time,” Angie assured. “I doubt they’ll be home much before midnight. Did you know Lynn got home yesterday?”
Jenna sat up a little. “No, I haven’t seen her. Did she have fun?”
“Where’d she go again?” wondered Stephanie.
“To visit her grandparents in Idaho.”
“Maybe we should call her.” Angie looked at her friends. “Want to?”
“Sure!”
Jumping up from the floor where she had been sitting, Stephanie grinned. “I’ll do it! What’s the number?”
Quickly, Angie rattled off the number as Stephanie walked into the kitchen and picked up the phone. After dialing, Stephanie moved back to the doorway and waited.
“Hello.” The voice was low and husky.
“Hello, is Lynn there?”
“Who?”
“Lynn.” Stephanie could hear heavy breathing on the other end of the line. “Sir, are you all right?”
At her words, her sister and Angie joined her, and together the three moved into the kitchen. “Who is it, Steph?” Jenna whispered.
Stephanie shrugged. “Sir, do you need help? Should we call an ambulance?” Pressing the phone close to her ear, she listened hard.
“Get his address!” Angie whispered, sitting down at the table with paper and pencil.
“Sir, what is your address?” There was a pause. “Sir?” Stephanie spoke slowly and clearly. “We need your address and we’ll send an ambulance to help you. It’s going to be okay. What? 511 Symphony?” Stephanie looked at the others with a puzzled expression. “Sentry? Oh, it’s a street? Okay. What is the name of the street?” There was another long pause, and Stephanie shook her head helplessly and whispered to the girls, “He’s having trouble breathing and I can’t understand him.”
“Let me try.” And Jenna took the phone from her sister. “Sir, what street do you live on? You can’t breathe very well? It’s going to be okay. We’re going to send help to you, but what street do you live on? Second Street?” She spoke the words clearly, and then her face lighted up and she nodded quickly to Angie. “Okay, sir, we’re going to hang up now and call an ambulance. Don’t try to do anything, okay?”