A Seasonal Tale


“Boats, Island Bay” Rita Angus

Once upon a time there lived a wee small girl with long golden hair. She lived in a small house atop a hill overlooking a large blue bay dotted forever with the white sails of small boats that bobbed upon the sparkling water. In the center of the bay was a small island, named after an angel. Indeed, it was called Angel Island. The little girl climbed each night onto a small stool that stood below her bedroom window. The window opened to the bay like a white glass-paned door. She would throw it open wide and gaze out on the boats and smile.

At night before sleeping in her small cozy bed her mother would come into her room and sit in a rocking chair beside the bed. She would open a book that lay in her lap and she would begin to read to the beautiful wee girl, whom she loved very much.


“Bedtime” Norman Rockwell

The girl would listen very intently until the story ended. Then her mother would tuck her in with her warm blanket and say a prayer with her and she would close her sleepy eyes and go to sleep. And so it went for years.

One night the mother read from a different book. This book told stories of other children who lived very far from the Angel Island and the blue bay where the white-sailed boats traveled so leisurely upon the familiar bright shining water just outside the little girl’s window. These children wore warm coats and woolen hats and mittens and heavy socks and shoes. They went to school before the sun rose, so dark were the winter days and, indeed, the sun was already setting as they returned each afternoon to their homes. The little girl listened, and wondered.

It was not long after when the little girl found all that was familiar in her life going into boxes, or being sold. What followed was a very very long and arduous journey to the other side of the world, the world where the children in heavy coats lived. The earth was so cold there that the rivers froze over and the children in this new place skated about as if it were the most natural thing in the world to do. They spoke an unfamiliar language, rather quaint, and slowly the young girl began to make sense of it and to speak it, even. Eventually she spoke it so well no one ever dreamed she was not one of them.

One thing these children shared with the little girl was Christmas. In this country, however, the little girl was amazed to suddenly see a man with a tall cap upon his head here and there about town. As he would appear people would shout out, “Sinterklaasje!”. He wore a long red cape and held a staff in his hand, and they seemed terribly excited about his appearance.

As Sinterklaasje traveled the streets his helpers tossed cookies and candies to the children who gathered to see him.

The little girl learned that in this new country where she now lived that children left their shoes out by the fire, stuffed with straw or carrots for Sinterklaasje’s horse as he made his promised visits. This was a very exciting time for the little girl and her new friends!

After preparing for Sinterklaasje’s arrival at their homes, the children went to bed, though they hardly could sleep. And surely surely Sinterklaasje did come in the night.

Years went by and at last the time came for the little girl to return to her beloved land beside the large blue bay of her earliest years and memories. She never forgot the country so far away where she learned so many new things. To this day there is a special place in her heart for all that became part of her. And the dream lives on.

Love and holiday blessings,
Kathryn xoxo
(Special kisses for Antonia.)

20 Responses to “A Seasonal Tale”

  1. A lovely tale, Kathryn. Beautiful illustrations, too. A very Happy New Year to you.
    Meems

  2. Welcome, Meems, and thank you very much. Happy New Year to you and yours. Kathryn xoxo

  3. Beautifully penned, as always, Kathryn. :) A very Happy New Year to you and yours.

  4. Ohhh, mom!!!!! It is BEAUTIFUL!!! *sweet tears*
    What a Lovely tale! And, told so well! I am SO touched! Thank you!!!!
    Gorgeous job with illustrations, too!

    Love you,
    Antonia
    xoxox

  5. Hi, Nancy, thank you and your well wishes are appreciated! Kathryn xoxo

  6. Hi, my Baby Girl! I’m so glad you like this little story. It was so endearing to write. Big hug! Mommie D. xoxo

  7. What a lovely story. Is it true? I find myself wishing that it is :)

  8. Welcome, Amy! Yes, totally true! Thus the daughter tears above. :) Glad you liked it! Kathryn xoxo

  9. What a sweet sweet story. It needs to be in a book.

  10. Awww, Deb. You honor me with your kind words. Thank you. I think there is a teeny part of me that has wondered about writing more stories like this one. Thanks for the encouragement. It’s a bit of a departure, but it needed and wanted to be told. I found a quote from Isabel Allende this morning, “Write about what must not be forgotten.” That was the key to my finishing the story and posting. I’m glad I did. :) Kathryn xoxo

  11. Hi Kathryn!
    Sinterklaasje!
    :)
    How wonderful the children had straw and carrots for his horse. Now, that is very thoughtful.
    This story was so enchanting. I could just picture the magic bedroom, with a stool to look at the view to the isle of the Angel, with all the boats, the rocking chair, and the snuggy bed.
    Then, travelling to the land of children with warm coats and skates!
    Yes, I think your gift as a storyteller expresses itself in many ways: here like a cozy story to delight those who are children now, or were children once upon a time.
    :)
    Philip

  12. Hi, Philip, Nice of you to stop by this evening and read this story. I thought you might recognize some of the settings. :) Thank you so much for the visit and lovely comments. Kathryn xoxo

  13. Dee/reddirtramblin wrote:

    Kathryn, I was enthralled with your Christmas story, so familiar and yet, so dissimilar. Thank you for this beautiful present I unwrapped on this last day of the year.

    We celebrate Christmas until 12th night, so it is ongoing for our family.

    Love & Blessings~~Dee

  14. Hi, Dee, (WP still acting up; sorry.)

    I’m so happy to see you visiting this evening this last day of the year. I’m honored and deeply appreciate your kind response.

    May 2009 be your best year to date!
    Kathryn xoxo

  15. Dear Kathryn,
    I was totally entranced by your lovely story…it definitely needs to be published as a children’s book–although it’s perfect for adults, too! It’s truly beautiful Kathryn, and I think my visit here will leave me with a special feeling of enchantment far into the New Year!
    Jan

  16. Welcome, Jan. I thank you for your very kind words this New Year’s afternoon. I will take to heart as seeds and see where they grow. :) Kathryn xoxo

  17. I am so grateful for your story! Thank you for sharing it.
    warm hugs,
    CurtissAnn

  18. Oh, CurtissAnn, thank you for your visit! I was just out in the garden thinking of you a few minutes ago!
    I’m glad you enjoyed the story. Kathryn xoxo

  19. What a beautiful story. Thank you for sharing it.

  20. Welcome, Kim. I’m glad you enjoyed the story. Kathryn xxoo

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