Friday 18 December 2015

A Postcard a Day - Friday 18 Dec 2015 - Friday Smiles

Good Morning! 

It is Friday. Only three more sleeps before we fly to Holland! The suitcase is on the spare bed and every time I remember something I want/need to take, I fling it in the suitcase. Sunday night we will be packing and weighing seriously. I have made two Christmas cakes and they are flippin' heavy (full of brandy).

I'm joining in with Annie at A Stitch in Time for Friday Smiles, where we focus on the good and the positive.

Today I will (hopefully) make you smile with this postcard I received this week.

What a sweet kiss! It was sent to me by Irina from Tyumen City, Western Siberia. She writes that she has 'charged' it with "good luck and only positive emotions and happiness".
The stamps are really beautiful:
There is a bee, some gladioli and a 'pandion haliaetus' which in English is an osprey or a sea hawk. It is a fish eating bird of prey.

Now for a couple of Christmas funnies:
I'm making this into a Christmas card for a scrabble playing friend. 

Our little cat is doing fine and growing. He's still very playful. It's just as well that we are going away this Christmas, so we haven't erected a tree. I don't know how we could have put up a tree with so many shiny and dangly things that cats love. I found the solution on the internet:

I came across a lovely story, that really gets the positive message of Christmas across. It moved me to tears. It's a bit long so I'll put it right at the end. 

So if you haven't got time, you can stop right here and accept my best wishes for a peaceful Christmas and a very happy and healthy New Year.



Here is the (anonymous) story: (It's in the vein of Papa Panov by Leo Tolstoy. Don't know that one? Google it, and read it with your tissue ready.)

Grandma and Santa Clause....
I remember my first Christmas adventure with Grandma. I was just a kid.
I remember tearing across town on my bike to visit her on the day my big sister dropped the bomb: "There is no Santa Claus," she jeered. "Even dummies know that!"
My Grandma was not the gushy kind, never had been. I fled to her that day because I knew she would be straight with me. I knew Grandma always told the truth, and I knew that the truth always went down a whole lot easier when swallowed with one of her "world-famous" cinnamon buns. I knew they were world-famous, because Grandma said so. It had to be true.
Grandma was home, and the buns were still warm. Between bites, I told her everything. She was ready for me. "No Santa Claus?" she snorted...."Ridiculous! Don't believe it. That rumor has been going around for years, and it makes me mad, plain mad!! Now, put on your coat, and let's go."
"Go? Go where, Grandma?" I asked. I hadn't even finished my second world-famous cinnamon bun. "Where" turned out to be Kerby's General Store, the one store in town that had a little bit of just about everything. As we walked through its doors, Grandma handed me ten dollars. That was a bundle in those days. "Take this money," she said, "and buy something for someone who needs it. I'll wait for you in the car." Then she turned and walked out of Kerby's.
I was only eight years old. I'd often gone shopping with my mother, but never had I shopped for anything all by myself. The store seemed big and crowded, full of people scrambling to finish their Christmas shopping.
For a few moments I just stood there, confused, clutching that ten-dollar bill, wondering what to buy, and who on earth to buy it for.
I thought of everybody I knew: my family, my friends, my neighbors, the kids at school, the people who went to my church.
I was just about thought out, when I suddenly thought of Bobby Decker. He was a kid with bad breath and messy hair, and he sat right behind me in Mrs. Pollock's grade-two class. Bobby Decker didn't have a coat. I knew that because he never went out to recess during the winter. His mother always wrote a note, telling the teacher that he had a cough, but all we kids knew that Bobby Decker didn't have a cough; he didn't have a good coat. I fingered the ten-dollar bill with growing excitement. I would buy Bobby Decker a coat!
I settled on a red corduroy one that had a hood to it. It looked real warm, and he would like that.
"Is this a Christmas present for someone?" the lady behind the counter asked kindly, as I laid my ten dollars down. "Yes, ma'am," I replied shyly. "It's for Bobby."
The nice lady smiled at me, as I told her about how Bobby really needed a good winter coat. I didn't get any change, but she put the coat in a bag, smiled again, and wished me a Merry Christmas.
That evening, Grandma helped me wrap the coat (a little tag fell out of the coat, and Grandma tucked it in her Bible) in Christmas paper and ribbons and wrote, "To Bobby, From Santa Claus" on it.
Grandma said that Santa always insisted on secrecy. Then she drove me over to Bobby Decker's house, explaining as we went that I was now and forever officially, one of Santa's helpers.
Grandma parked down the street from Bobby's house, and she and I crept noiselessly and hid in the bushes by his front walk. Then Grandma gave me a nudge. "All right, Santa Claus," she whispered, "get going."
I took a deep breath, dashed for his front door, threw the present down on his step, pounded his door and flew back to the safety of the bushes and Grandma.
Together we waited breathlessly in the darkness for the front door to open. Finally it did, and there stood Bobby.
Fifty years haven't dimmed the thrill of those moments spent shivering, beside my Grandma, in Bobby Decker's bushes. That night, I realized that those awful rumors about Santa Claus were just what Grandma said they were -- ridiculous. Santa was alive and well, and we were on his team.
I still have the Bible, with the coat tag tucked inside: $19.95.

May you always have LOVE to share,


  1. Oh my that is a beautiful story Lisca - really brings a tear to the eye - and reminds us what Christmas is all about. Loving the postcards too, I hope the luggage weight doesn't cause you too much trouble although I'm sure the cakes will be worth it. Hope you have a beautiful and blessed festive season.


  2. Yes, you're right I'm crying now but they are tears of happiness [it's my age lol]. What a beautiful story....thank you for sharing it Lisca. I hope you have a wonderful time in Holland and Santa brings you all you wish for.
    Annie x

  3. Lovely story Lisca, it just shows that the gift of giving is as wonderful as receiving. Love the Christmas tree, you are only the second person I have seen doing this as my husband's mother did it but the other way up and for the same reason. Take care and enjoy your holiday, Angela x

  4. OMG, I cried too... I think you have finally brought me the Christmas spirit (and I have been looking for it!), thank you. Hope you have a really wonderful holiday in Holland - a Very Merry Christmas to you and your lovely husband!

  5. What a wonderful post, full of smiles. Love the kitty snuggling up! Take care Zo xx

  6. I loved reading your post as always Lisca. Loved the funnies and the postcard is adorable. Have a safe journey and a wonderful time in Holland with your Mother. Thank you for visiting mine. A very Happy and Peaceful Christmas to you and your Hubby and all good things for 2016. Barbxx

  7. Lovely Story XX Have a wonderful time in Holland xx Merry Christmas. Soojay xxx

  8. What an adorable postcard! I always say I'm going to pack less for trips but somehow that doesn't happen. When I picked up my bag from my recent trip there was a tag on it "Heavy Lifting" or something of that nature. tee hee.

    Love the comics - the Venison really cracked me up. Interesting upside down tree.

    Loved the Christmas story - thanks for sharing.

    Have a wonderful Christmas and enjoy your time in Holland.


  9. What a beautiful story Lisca. I am sure I will always remember it. I am glad you had the patience to type it all out.
    Your postcard is cute and the stamps are lovely.
    I saw on Virginia's post that you play sequence. I have that in my cupboard too and it always comes out when the family visit.
    I had a real chuckle at the venison cartoon!
    I hope you have a wonderful time in Holland. Christmas Blessings. Kate x

  10. Fab Friday smile post. I used to read Papa Panov to my class each year - it's lovely. x Jo

  11. So interesting to see the upside down Christmas tree. My wife and I had lunch this week at a restaurant that had a tree hanging from the ceiling. Merry Christmas.

    1. Thanks for your comment Tom, but you probably realised I put the wrong link. My Sunday link is now active.

  12. my grandma ruby loved scrabble. that is too funny!! ( :

    1. Thanks for your comment Beth, but you probably realized I put the wrong link. My Sunday link is now active.