Wednesday, September 23, 2015


Lewis is a magic teddy bear that can bring healing and happiness to any child who hugs him. Now if only Santa Claus would take him out of the bag on Christmas Eve and give him to a child so he can fulfill his special mission.

There once was a brown bear named Lewis who was sewn together by Mrs. Santa Claus, with magic healing power in his nose. Any child who has sickness or loneliness would only have to hug Lewis to be well and happy. But at one house after another, Lewis remains stuffed in Mr. Claus’s big red bag because he thinks Lewis is last year’s model. Lewis wonders with a sigh if he will have to wait until next year to meet any children. On the last roof of the night, Lewis spies from a hole in the sack and realizes they are in a hospital ward. After jumping from Santa’s sack, Lewis tells a sick 10-year-old girl named Bernice that he has Christmas magic healing power in his nose. In the morning her parents cry tears of joy at her complete healing. By Christmas evening, Bernice makes sure that Lewis hugs all the children in the hospital ward, sharing the Christmas magic in his nose. She keeps the magic a secret from the grown-ups and promises to visit the hospital ward with Lewis every month, rubbing his nose on children’s cheeks. She is Lewis’ girl, and he is her teddy.

Once upon a time, there was a brown bear named Lewis who was made by Mrs. Santa Claus. No one but Mrs. Claus knows that she has sewn magic healing power into his nose. Mrs. Claus has a laundry list of essential duties to keep the toy factory running and prepare for Christmas, but she knows that the world needs at least one magic Christmas teddy a year to spread healing. Any child who has sickness or loneliness would only have to hug Lewis to be well and happy. On Christmas Eve, Mrs. Claus sneaks Lewis into her husband’s big, crimson toy sack. At one house after another, Mr. Claus jumps down the chimney, and Lewis remains stuffed in the bag. He thinks Lewis is last year’s model. Lewis sits on the bottom of the sack, wondering with a sigh if he would have to wait until next year to meet any children.

The last roof of the night is a hospital ward. Lewis hears a girl crying and praying. The teddy bear jumps from the sack, tiptoes over to her bed, and crawls into the pale, sickly, 10-year-old girl’s tiny arms. Lewis tells her that he has Christmas magic healing power in his nose. Her body tingles from head-to-toe, and she becomes warm all over, like a big cup of cinnamon apple cider. In the morning, doctors and nurses and her parents gather at Bernice’s bedside, full of joy at her complete healing. By Christmas evening, Lewis has rubbed his magic nose on every child’s cheek in the hospital ward. Bernice makes sure that all the children are well and keeps the Christmas magic in his nose a secret from the grown-ups. The day after Christmas, she goes home with Lewis tucked in her knapsack, promising to feed him rice pudding. Every month after that, Bernice visits the hospital ward with Lewis, rubbing his nose on children’s cheeks. She is so glad to be his girl and for him to be her teddy; she will love him forever.           

Thursday, September 10, 2015

The Man Around the Corner: The Story of Coral Graf and a Homeless Cardboard Box

“Here’s your daily cup of coffee,” nine-year-old Coral Graf said to The Man Around the Corner.
Since the summertime, Coral had been giving The Man Around the Corner a cup of coffee from her family’s Jewish deli.
When he moved into the neighborhood in his cardboard box, it was warmer, but the wintertime had been frightful.
“Thanks, Coral. Don’t be late for school. Run along,” The Man Around the Corner said, sitting in his cardboard box.
He pulled his scarf around his neck and shut the door to his small home on the New York City street corner.
Snowflakes fell from the winter sky and blew into his box in sudden gusts, causing him to shiver.
“I’m worried that the snow is going to soak through your cardboard box,” Coral said, giving him her pennies.
“Now I can go buy soup for lunch,” he said as she dumped the change into his open guitar case.
Every day, The Man Upstairs dropped pennies through the heating vent in Coral’s family apartment.
The pennies collected in her tin can under the vent, and Coral promised The Man Upstairs to give them away.
Coral knew that even a gift as small as a penny had the ability to change someone’s circumstance for the good.
“I don’t understand why other people are not giving you money,” Coral said, peering at The Man Around the Corner.
“The change in your guitar case is mostly from The Man Upstairs. What is wrong with everyone?”
“I’ll see you on your walk home from school later today,” The Man Around the Corner said, coughing.
“Okay, but I don’t think soup is going to be enough for you to eat. We’ll talk about this later,” Coral said.
After school when Coral was walking home, she came across a man with a bullhorn, and his voice carried for blocks.
“No more bullets,” he yelled, as he protested gun violence in public schools and asked for stricter regulations.
“Where did you get that speaker? Can I borrow it, please?” Coral said, grabbing it from the protestor in the snowstorm.
“Hey! I didn’t say you could have my bullhorn! Fine, keep it. Maybe your voice needs to be heard,” he said, shouting.
As Coral approached The Man Around the Corner, she spoke into the bullhorn, and it reached her parents’ windows.
“Give to The Man Around the Corner! Give now! Stop walking past him, pretending that you don’t see him!” Coral said.
As Coral protested with her bullhorn, snowflakes stacked on the sidewalk. “Soon I can build an igloo,” she said.
“Is that Coral?” Mr. Graf said, opening the apartment window and sticking his head out the window in the snowstorm.
“The Man Around the Corner needs your help! I gave him my pennies from The Man Upstairs,” Coral announced.
“The rest of the neighborhood needs to contribute, so he can move from his homeless cardboard box.
I am living with The Man Around the Corner until the neighborhood moves him from his current home.
You can put your pennies in his guitar case. I don’t want to hear any more excuses from anyone. Give!”
“She is absolutely not living with him!” Mrs. Graf said, grabbing her winter coat and food from the refrigerator.
“Coral, I’m sure your mom and dad won’t let you live with me,” The Man Around the Corner said, sneezing.
“Several people are angry that I’m even taking up space on the street corner, but I have nowhere else to go.”
“I can’t believe that people would walk past your cardboard box,” she said, tossing her book bag in his home.
“What are you studying in school? I learned this stuff years ago,” he said to Coral, paging through her math book.
“If The Man Upstairs ever gave you anything, you’d keep it for yourselves,” Coral said through the bullhorn.
“You are selfish and mean. You need to think about other people and their lives and feelings.”
“I’ve met The Man Upstairs, and he does give me wads of cash when I’m hungry,” The Man Around the Corner said.
“Really? I’ve never met him in person,” Coral said to The Man Around the Corner. “We talk through the heating vent.”
Thanks to Coral’s tenacity, spare change and dollars bills piled up in The Man Around the Corner’s open guitar case.
“Well, we’re making progress,” Coral said, counting the money that fell into the instrument casing.
Then Coral looked up to see her mother and father standing in front of her with a tray full of food from the family deli.
“Coral, what in the world are you doing?” Mr. Graf said, handing The Man Around the Corner a brisket sandwich.
“We can hear you all the way down the street from the apartment,” Mrs. Graf said, holding a bag of desserts.
“He can’t live out here in the cardboard box anymore. Can he come home with us?” Coral said to her parents.
“We’ve been getting more donations in the guitar case, but I think he needs a job at the family deli.”
“Yes, he can come home with us,” Mr. Graf said, looking at his wife with compassion. “It’s too cold outside.”
“Maybe he can help your dad in the deli with the meats,” Mrs. Graf said. “We always need help with the display case.”
“Good! You can stay with us until The Man Upstairs gives you enough pennies to move into your own place,” Coral said, hugging The Man Around the Corner. “We’ll have fun! I watch cartoons on Saturday morning and eat desserts.”
“Thank you so much, Coral,” The Man Around the Corner said, crawling from his soggy cardboard box.
“I knew my pennies were enough to change even the worst situation,” Coral said, walking back to her warm apartment.
As Coral’s parents and The Man Around the Corner walked with Coral in the snow, she looked at her empty tin can, knowing it would soon be full again.

Copyright 2015 Jennifer Waters

Sequel to "The Man Upstairs: The Story of Coral Graf and Pennies from a Tin Can" (1/3/15), "The Man Downstairs: The Story of Coral Graf and Her Missing Pennies" (7/13/15), "The Man Next Door: The Story of Coral Graf and the Neighborhood Pennies" (8/5/15), and "The Man Across the Street: The Story of Coral Graf, a Hanukkah Miracle, and the Landlord with a Cigar" (9/10/15).

Dedicated to my grandmother, Augusta Renner Graf Waters. 

The Man Across the Street: The Story of Coral Graf, a Hanukkah Miracle, and the Landlord with a Cigar

“Why doesn’t The Man Across the Street have the Hanukkah candles burning in his window?” Coral Graf whispered.
She sat with her feet propped up on a family bookshelf, eating her third fried cranberry sauce jelly doughnut.
“Doesn’t he celebrate miracles?” Coral said, watching him from her Upper East Side New York City apartment.
“Thanks, I like my Hanukkah gift, Dad,” Coral said to him, playing with her hand-painted set of dreidels.
As she grabbed the family binoculars, she watched her neighbor eat burnt rice and beans without any pastries for dessert.
“I think he’s been having trouble paying the rent for a while,” Mr. Graf said to her nine-year-old daughter.
“Everyone knows the miracle of Hanukkah! The oil burned for eight days! Maybe he needs extra money for candles. Tomorrow, I will take him pennies from The Man Upstairs so he can light a menorah for the holiday,” Coral said.
“It’s almost like paying the rent. If the oil could keep burning, then there will be enough money to pay the rent.”
“Honey, that’s very thoughtful,” Mrs. Graf said. “Just make sure to watch out for the landlord. He smokes a nasty cigar.”
Coral grabbed her tin can from underneath the apartment’s heating vent where The Man Upstairs dropped pennies.
He had been dropping pennies for so long that Coral got used to his generosity and knew the power of small miracles.
Of course, The Man Upstairs expected that Coral would always give her pennies away to help others.
In the morning, Coral went by her dad’s Jewish deli and bought a box of double chocolate glazed doughnut holes.
She grabbed a couple extra breakfast treats from the glass display in the front of the deli and shoved them in her pockets.
“What if The Man Across the Street doesn’t own a menorah?” Coral asked herself. “My pennies will have to multiply!”
Then she rang the buzzer for the apartment of The Man Across the Street and waited for him to respond.
Instead of talking through the speaker, he opened the window and called to Coral: “Come on up kid. Good to see you!”
He buzzed her through the door, and she walked up the stairs to his 10th floor apartment with her tin can full of pennies.
When she got to the door, she knocked while finishing a pumpkin pie rugelach and Hanukkah marshmallow dreidels.
“Just thought I would stop by for a visit,” Coral said, as The Man Across the Street opened the door.
“Where are your parents, kid?” The Man Across the Street said, looking over her shoulder for Mr. and Mrs. Graf.
“It’s Hanukkah, but they’re still at work. I’m off from school,” Coral said, handing him the box of doughnut holes.
“I wanted to give you my tin can of pennies from The Man Upstairs so that you could buy candles to burn.”
“Thanks, kid. I’ll go get candles today. Since you have so much time on your hands, you can come with me,” he said. 
“There are still seven nights left of Hanukkah. Do you own a menorah?” Coral said to The Man Across the Street.
“I’ve got my family menorah under the bed,” he said to her, sighing. “But I haven’t had money to pay rent for months. The landlord is furious at me, and I’m afraid that he’s going to come after me with his nasty smelling cigar.”
“Well, I definitely have enough money in my tin can for candles. Then you have a menorah . . . Maybe if we burn the menorah in the window, the landlord will see the miracle, and the rent will get paid,” Coral said, scheming in her head.
“Sure kid, whatever you think,” The Man Across the Street said. “Let’s go get some candles at the Dollar Store.”
As Coral and The Man Across the Street walked down the stairs, the landlord happened to be walking up the stairs.
“What is the awful smell?” Coral said, sneezing and wheezing. “It’s sure smoke up my nose . . .”
When Coral and the landlord with a cigar met face to face, she had no choice but ask him to put out his large cigarette.
“Who lit that awful thing for you?” Coral said, grabbing it from him and snuffing it out beneath her heel.
“We’re going to the Dollar Store and buying candles with the pennies from The Man Upstairs to celebrate Hanukkah.”
“Good for you. Don’t you live across the street? Go back over there!” he said, trying to light another cigar.
“I’ll put that one out for you, too!” she said, grabbing the cigar and smashing it against the wall.
“My Nana died of lung cancer. Why do you smoke such awful things? You should only ever light candles, not cigars.”
“Your rent is due. It’s way late. Pay up,” the landlord said to The Man Across the Street. “And you owe me two cigars.”
“Don’t you know about Hanukkah? The oil didn’t run out. The rent will get paid,” Coral said, holding her nose.
“Let’s go, kid,” The Man Across the Street said, nudging Coral down the steps. “Don’t say another word.”
When Coral and The Man Across the Street got to the Dollar Store, Coral bought nine blue candles.
The duo walked back to the apartment building, hustling to avoid the landlord and his nasty cigars.
“I’m doing this for you, kid,” The Man Across the Street said, setting up his menorah in the window.
“I’m leaving the rest of the pennies for you,” Coral said, dumping them next to the menorah. “Rent will be paid.”
After dinner that night, Mr. Graf read the Hanukkah prayers while lighting the candles in their window.
“Blessed are You, Lord our God, King of the universe, Who has kept us in life, sustained us, and brought us to this moment," he read, while Coral watched The Man Across the Street light his own Hanukkah candles.
"How lovely," Mrs. Graf said, watching their neighbor as he ate double chocolate glazed doughnut holes. 
"Tomorrow morning, please give this to The Man Across the Street," Mr. Graf said, handing Coral a check.
"The rent is getting paid!" Coral said, watching more pennies drop from the apartment's heating vent into her tin can. "It's the miracle of Hanukkah. The oil never runs out! Just like the pennies from The Man Upstairs keep overflowing."

Copyright 2015 Jennifer Waters 

Sequel to "The Man Upstairs: The Story of Coral Graf and Pennies from a Tin Can" (1/3/15), "The Man Downstairs: The Story of Coral Graf and Her Missing Pennies" (7/13/15), and "The Man Next Door: The Story of Coral Graf and the Neighborhood Pennies" (8/5/15).

Dedicated to my grandmother, Augusta Renner Graf Waters.

Velia Velius and Her Magic Cube: The Story of Hidden Super Heroes

This is the story of Velia Velius, the hero.
She defeated enemies as monstrous as Nero.
At first she was the shiest of girls.
She hid behind her pigtails and curls.
The town of Apollo where she had her home
Made her feel more like a tiny gnome.
Her parents said she wouldn’t amount to much.
She said, “I can already jump Double Dutch!
Why do you say such nasty things?
Don’t you want me to grow my own wings?”
Her friends at school were nothing but bullies.
They said: “You’re weak and have the woolies!”
Her thick glasses covered her face,
No earrings or lipstick or fancy lace.
“I know inside me is a super hero!
But my confidence is an absolute zero.”
At age ten, she studied more than she should.
She tried to learn things for the common good,
To bolster her faith in the future-to-be.
She would overcome what she could not see.
Really, she needed a long red cape,
To soar and let the real her escape.
After she finished sewing a costume,
She sprayed it with a flowery perfume.
Her true self would have to come out!
No one would hide her, without a doubt.
She would be brave, strong, and sure.
Shyness would finally have a cure.
Now she would need a gimmick,
Something no one was able to mimic.
She put her smarts into a magic cube
That started in a small test tube.
The cube itself was like a puzzle,
Something that a dog would nuzzle,
But when Velia threw it against the wall,
It almost became a cannon ball.
Its many colors were like the rainbow.
Its puzzle more fun than a game show.
The cube transformed whenever she pleaded.
The nifty square was whatever she needed.
“I need super hero vision with ease.
Vision at night, like an X-ray, please!”
So the cube changed into magic glasses.
Then Velia was able to help the masses.
She could see what others could not.
She dealt with evil right on the spot.
The glasses shot beams of ice or heat
And didn’t back down ‘til the task was complete.
She could move people and nasty creatures
By aiming the cube at their crooked features.
It became her wings when she had to fly.
She flew across the Eastern night sky,
Jumping from buildings with the breeze
And rescuing cats that were stuck in trees.
The cube could alert her higher senses.
The techno-square raised her defenses.
When she held it in her right hand,
It made her stronger than all the land.
It warned her when danger was near
And gave her speed instead of fear.
It looked up figures and complex facts
And didn’t let info slip through the cracks.
It made her invisible when she had to disappear
And increased the hearing in her inner ear.
At times, it would duplicate her being—
Two places at once can be more than freeing.
At school, she would twist the nifty square,
Pretending it was a game with flair.
Its aura made people tell the truth.
Her teacher said: “Velia, you’re a sleuth!”
No one knew it was her secret friend,
That helped her transform and transcend.
She told her friends the colors had to align.
The game ended when the cube would shine.
Then she’d mix up the colors once more.
To Velia, the puzzle was never a bore.
One day, a villain entered her school.
The blue giant stomped just like a fool.
He broke the windows and smashed the ceiling.
He sent the students and teachers reeling.
“My name is Mammoth, and I hate kids!
Your short-lived lives are up for bids!”
Velia knew just what she needed to do.
She became the super-hero that flew.
“Go back to where you came from, Giant!
Your attitude is bad, rude, and defiant!”
Mammoth grabbed Velia, but she was quick.
She slipped away, and her skin was thick.
She could have been squashed like a bug.
Instead she shook off the shady thug.
The students who bullied Velia were stunned.
Why had she been ridiculed and shunned?
Everyone had thought she was the least.
Then Velia landed in front of the beast.
She spoke to the cube: “Knock him dead.
Smack him right in the middle of his head.”
The multi-colored cube flew like a stone.
Mammoth groaned and dropped like a drone.
“What a super hero!” the whole school cheered.
Her strength and courage was to be feared.
Her parents heard of what happened at school,
And they looked a little bit like the fool.
“Our daughter did what? Did she punch his gut?”
Other than that, their mouths stayed shut.
Now Velia was the hero with power and strength.
She kept no-good creatures at arm’s length.
Her cube stayed with her at all times,
And she stopped all sort of law-breaking crimes.
Her picture was on the cover of magazines,
And she was only in her younger teens.
When she was older, her story was well known
For the bravery, valor, and fight she had shown.
She brought justice to all near and far,
As a brilliant, bright, and shining star.

Copyright 2015 Jennifer Waters