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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 2 – Intermediate)
Topic: Winter (11/14/05)

TITLE: The warmth of Winter
By pinky pinky


The Warmth of Winter

Once more it was winter. Season’s come and go- Spring, summer, autumn winter. Ben thought as he sat in the warmth of his home. It was Christmas time once again. Christmas is the time of sharing. His eyes were filled with tears as he looked at the painting he had hung on the wall.

‘To know God is to show love
To show love is to share Joy
To share joy is to spread happiness.’ – Mother Theresa

Ben was touched by the words and deeds of Mother Theresa. The small, frail woman has indeed touched many lives. She always reminded him that love involves a lot of sacrifice. He remembered a beautiful one liner in his which he came across in a text book at school. It says ‘.love without sacrifice is like a car without petrol, it simply doesn’t go.’

As he sat gazing at he painting, his grandson Freddy came dashing in. “Grandpa, I’ve got a bus. Watch it go.” And he screwed and let it run on the floor. As the bus slowly moved with the lights shining and sound of children singing ‘brown girls’, Freddy clapped his hands and watched it in excitement.
‘My Christmas pal, gave this to me’ He added, as he proudly showed his grandpa the lovely little bus.

“So, how has my boy been today?” Ben asked him gently.
“Oh Grandpa always asks me that”, Freddy laughed and ran away.

Ben smiled to himself as he watched the little one go.

Tears filled his eyes as he thought of the cold winter nights of December.
His home was like hell. With an alcoholic father and a nagging mother, he had an strange childhood. Both complaining and none taking responsibility he was left alone. When the boys showed off their new dresses and toys, he just wished that his dad and mom would hug him and give a kiss. at least on a Christmas . But there wasn’t anybody! The only thing he could feel, was the warmth of his own tears. He used to sleep dreaming of a lovely home, where he was loved and he could love in return.And he decided, on a cold winter night, that when he becomes a dad, he would be a real dad to his kids.

Time rolled on. Life was not easy but not too difficult too. He had his own share of joys and sorrows. Though he was not rich in a worldly way, he had a home and a loving wife. Very soon he became a father. Then he learned that anybody could become a husband and a father, but the real challenge was in honoring the promise and living as a real one till the very end. Whenever the challenges of life wanted him to backtrack, he remembered those cold winter nights, when he had to hug himself to sleep. There was no turning back. At the sunset of his life he had reasons enough to rejoice.

With a grateful heart, he was getting ready to sleep. But he heard the sound of somebody opening his door. “Grandpa, I am sleeping here tonight’, it was little Freddy.
“I’ll keep my bus too here” he giggled as he cuddled close to Ben holding his bus close to his chest.

Ben gently rocked him to sleep, singing a lullaby.
And when he was asleep, he slowly took away the bus and covered little Freddy up, and watched him sleep.

Then he slowly planted a kiss on the sleeping cherub, and thanked the Lord for that cold winter night. It was cold outside, but it was truly warm inside.

The End

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Sandra Petersen 11/22/05
Isn't it sad that we adults become so self-centered on our own lives and issues that the children are left to provide for themselves.
I got a little confused with the scene with Freddy, his grandson(?), when he showed him the bus. The boy's response sounded a little like he was talking about some other Grandpa who wasn't present. Don't end a piece with 'The End'. Let your final sentences round off your article and conclude it in a satisfying way. The line that created the most response in me was when he "remembered those cold winter nights when he had to hug himself to sleep". A touching look at a person who had every reason to be angry, but counted his blessings instead.
Kym Gordon Moore11/25/05
What an endearing story! :-) Sweet!
Nina Phillips11/25/05
Yes, I liked the survivor, and strength, courage, to become the man God put in your heart to become. Very sweet and touching. God bless ya, littlelight