One December Night (The End)

One December Night (Continuation to the End) All that year Santa had hoped and had tried to find a child's love that would strongly abide. But month after month he was given the boot. It didn't matter whether he showed magic or gave them some loot. Many children were selfish. Not one gave a hoot. Until one cold blizzard night, in a stormy plight, the frog rang the doorbell and walked right on in. In the warmth of the house, after ousting the mouse, four children accepted the frog for his good. It was a happy sight for the frog there that night. Yes, they showed him great kindness and genuine love, the spirit of Christmas shown down from above. The purest of love without expectations turned the frog into Santa who promptly gave each one hugs. “I'll be back with my sleigh to leave gifts on Christmas night. Thank you dear children for your gifts of love tonight. Leave me some cookies. I shall eat no more bugs! He laughed as he juggled three gifts in the air. Then, soon disappeared out of sight by the moonlight. The children, still laughing and squealing with joy, had broken a spell put on Santa last spring. And the mean old witch that had made him a frog, sat sadly outside all alone on the log. She had made him a frog with a croak, out of tune. She wanted his voice instead of her own. Christmas carols she had heard bring so much joy. She could not carry a tune for one single song. She had hoped she could sing if she stole Santa's voice. But the love from the children left her no choice. The spell had been broken by love's sweetest choice. But while they were happily playing about, they noticed the wand from the brown bag lay out. So they went to the witch and gave her a voice. And taught her that goodness over bad is a choice. So together they played with the now happy witch. Who gave up her evil and to goodness did switch. The gift of pure love and light in the world is a gift to all who give heaven a whirl. For even the wickedest of wicked have some goodness in them. So, encourage the right and to evil say, “Take a flight!” (And let God be the judge…) © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen December 5, 2009 Inspired by: Poetrysoup member's Contest Anything Goes! Sponsored by: Constance La France (I took you at your word... It's a LONG story.)