The Enchanted Ferris Wheel: The Story of Amusement at a Delightful Pier

Once there was an Enchanted Ferris Wheel.

It rotated on steel, and you could make it a deal.

It sat by the ocean at the boardwalk pier,

Sparkled in lights and squeaked its gear.

When you got upon its passenger car,

You could ride to the sky and catch a star.

The conductor gave you a ticket for a dime,

And you promised to have a grand ole time.

By the time you landed, you could change,

If you wanted to change, although it felt strange.

Maybe your name, maybe your smile,

Maybe your hair, maybe your style.

Up in the air, you could see the moon,

Little Boy Blue, and his silver spoon.

Your perspective would never be the same,

And the ride would be your claim to fame.

You started out the old version of you,

But then you became everything new.

So, take a trip on the Enchanted Ferris Wheel,

Where all your wishes will soon be real!

Copyright 2016 Jennifer Waters

REMBRANDT synopsis

LOGLINE

A world-famous painter reveals his methods and encourages artists to paint with truth and light and to value each individual with all their strengths and weaknesses.

PITCH

Rembrandt, the preeminent Baroque Dutch painter, meets his students. As an artist, the painter understands the human condition and represents it in his work. Several critiques deemed Rembrandt a prophet of civilization for his genuine art. He painted with common grace for every human. Before Rembrandt leaves, he asks to paint his students’ portraits. He says every life matters and each person’s face is part of a larger design, capturing heaven on Earth.

SYNOPSIS

Dutch painter Rembrandt introduces himself to his students, saying he wants to teach them everything he knows. As an artist, he understands the human condition which puts him in a unique position to represent it in his work. Rembrandt’s portraits are painted with truth and light, never minimizing a person’s strong points or flaws. When Rembrandt paints himself he shows all his bumps, lumps, imperfections, wrinkles, sags, and bags. Not only does Rembrandt show people’s humanness in his portraits, but he also focuses on the eyes of the subject because confronting the viewer in a portrait causes a stronger association with the onlooker.

His self-portraits over time are a visual diary and he picks costumes with flair, comparing his moods and expressions. He also created etchings and drawings. After the financial success in his early years, Rembrandt says he might have been too self-assured. Although many people romanticize his life, he says he suffered heartbreak when he lost his wife and had severe financial trouble in his later years. However, he still painted with common grace for every human.

Rembrandt says historians categorize him in the Golden Age when Baroque style was popular. Along with self-portraits, he tried to make his contemporaries look good in paint. Some of his works include: “Man in the Golden Helmet,” “The Music Party,” “Girl at a Window,” and “Old Man with a Gold Chain.” “The Night Watch” might be his most famous painting. In “The Artist in His Studio” Rembrandt is seen alone, much like how he created. Before Rembrandt leaves, he asks to paint his students’ portraits. He says every life matters, so smile, or have a private thought, but pose for his painting, please. Each person’s image is part of a bigger composition, on Earth as it is in heaven.

Copyright 2022 Jennifer Waters

The Heavenly Toy Soldier: The Story of a Peaceful Christmas

“Merry Christmas! I’m keeping the peace,” the Heavenly Toy Soldier said, standing in the doorway of the most famous toy store in New York City, the Toymaker’s Shop. As the children pulled at his wool coat and toy gun, he yawned. “I do such a good job that nothing dangerous ever happens in this store,” he said, as the customers poured in from Fifth Avenue. 

The Toymaker’s Shop three-story building had shelves of every kind of toy imaginable—stuffed bears and animals, dolls, dollhouses, model trains, blocks, musical instruments, kitchen play sets, blackboards, jungle gyms, swing sets, kaleidoscopes, tree houses, painting easels, puzzles, board games, picture books, sports equipment, skates, and toy cars. 

With advanced technology, some of the toys were quite pricey, not your average mom-and-pop shop, like the real-life fire engine that sat in the store’s entrance, which had a long hose connected to a hydrant in the store. A large yellow school bus stood next to it in the display. They might have seemed too big to be toys, but they were in fact only made for fun. 

“That will be $15,000,” the cashier said to the man in line with his two children, holding a mini gas-powered car. 

“That’s the Christmas spirit of giving!” the store manager said, shaking the hand of the father in line with his children. 

Then, he walked over to the Heavenly Toy Soldier and stood in front of him with a sigh, shaking his head.

“We’re letting you go,” Mr. Cartwright said to the solider. “This is a toy shop. It’s full of kids. No one ever steals anything. You’ve been standing here for years, and I’ve been paying you out of my pocket, and it’s a waste of money. You’ll have two weeks of severance pay, and I’m sure you’ll be able to find another job. Your last night will be Christmas Eve.”

As the Heavenly Toy Soldier fought back a tear, he found the courage to say, “Yes, sir. I understand.”

Then, he looked across the store full of strangers he was protecting. It was a cold day in the city, and many of the customers would leave with hundreds of dollars of toys. At least he could still defend them until Christmas. 

For the next two weeks, he was extra conscientious of everyone’s needs in the store, not letting one child go unattended.  

“Maybe I don’t do much,” he said, as his last days in the store passed by. “I’ve never once even used my gun. Of course, it only shoots toy pellets, but the pellets would hurt if I shot them and would give enough time for the police to come.”

As the Heavenly Toy Soldier pondered his current situation, he noticed that a little girl dropped her baby doll as the store door closed behind her. The Soldier ran into the street, stopping traffic to the give the girl her doll. In one of her hands, she held a cup of banana nut pudding. Being that it was too much to hold, she must have dropped her new toy doll. 

“Thank you so much,” the girl’s father said, taking the baby doll and shoving it under his arm, while holding other bags filled with Christmas packages. “Oh, and I heard that Christmas Eve will be your last day at the shop. We’ll miss you!”

“I appreciate your kind words, sir,” the Heavenly Toy Soldier said. “I’m grateful to have served you for the time I did.”

While the Solider walked back into the shop, he was unaware of the listening ears that had heard of his departure. 

Two of the worst hoodlums in the neighborhood happened to be crossing the street at the moment of the conversation.

“Did you hear that, Bubba Joe? The Heavenly Toy Soldier at the Toymaker’s Shop got the axe,” said Brother Jim. 

“Maybe we should just drop by on Christmas Eve after hours and do some shopping!” Bubba Joe said, scratching his chin.

“Too bad that he’s not already fired,” Brother Jim said. “We could really ruin Christmas for a bunch of bratty kids!”

“Well, this way we can ruin Christmas, Easter, and everybody’s birthday for years to come,” Bubba Joe said. “Why don’t we set the place on fire to teach everybody a lesson! It’ll definitely ruin Christmas and shut the place down for good.”

When Christmas Eve arrived, the Heavenly Toy Soldier felt sadder than he let the customers know. 

“I’m sure I’ll find another job,” the Soldier said to the families, many of them shaking his hand on the way out the door. 

However, the Soldier knew that his chances of finding another job anywhere were slim to none. If he did find another job, it would not give him the respect in the community that working at the Toymaker’s Shop had provided. Even still, he kept his chin up, trying to be thankful for the opportunities that he had for years in the heart of New York City. 

At least he didn’t have a wife and children to support, the Soldier thought. He was mostly alone in the world, sacrificing his life for others. 

“This is your Christmas bonus,” Mr. Cartwright said, giving the Heavenly Toy Soldier a golden medal for his heroic efforts. “I know today is your last day, but I wanted to give you something special. Have a Happy New Year!”

“Again, thank you, sir!” the Soldier said. As Mr. Cartwright walked away, he choked up, almost wanting to leave just then.

“Since I’m the last one in the store, I’m just going to spend the night,” he said to himself. “Then, I’ll leave in the morning when no one sees me. At least, I can spend one final night alone in the Toymaker’s Shop, thinking of the good times.”

While the last customers piled out of the shop on Christmas Eve, including Mr. Cartwright, the Heavenly Toy Soldier bided his time, shuffling toys back to their shelves. Then, he locked the front door behind everyone, sat down in Santa Claus’ armchair, and cried while watching the lights on the store Christmas tree flicker in the darkness. 

Before the Heavenly Toy Soldier had a chance to get a tissue, someone threw a rock through the front store window. 

“Ouch! What in the world?” the Soldier said, as the rock hit his leg. He stood up, grabbing his toy gun, and sounding the store alarm. Then, Bubba Joe and Big Jim jumped through the broken window, with giant, flaming torches. 

“Stop right there!” the Heavenly Toy Soldier said, aiming his gun. “I’m here to keep the peace. You’re disturbing it.”

“Are we? Gee! We didn’t know we were disturbing anything,” Bubba Joe said to Big Jim, waving his torch. 

“We were just going to light the place on fire for Christmas Eve,” Big Jim said, laughing like a snorting pig. 

“Not on my watch,” said the Soldier, firing his pellet gun. Then, he grabbed a water gun from the nearest shelf, filling it from the hose on the store fire engine, and doused the torches before Bubba Joe and Big Jim could burn anything.

With that, the New York City Police Department arrived and arrested Bubba Joe and Big Jim, who definitely had a memorable Christmas behind bars. A squad of police cars with loud sirens and K9 police dogs lined the streets. 

By morning, the Heavenly Toy Soldier was the Christmas hero of the nation, the defender of Fifth Avenue in New York City. Of course, he kept his job for years to come, keeping the peace for adults and children everywhere. 

Copyright 2016 Jennifer Waters

Christmas Frost King: The Story of the Nasty North Wind in Winter

Once upon a time, there was a beautiful forest that loved its king until a brutal wind thought he could destroy the trees and animals of the wood with its breath. 

“The Polar Forest is so lovely,” the Christmas Frost King said, as his servant stood next to him. He sat on his throne in his Ice Palace on a winter’s day at the North Pole. Like many times before, the Nasty North Wind had come to ridicule him and his forest with insults. 

Despite the threats of the Wind, the Frost King had always protected and defended the forest and its animals in the winter months. Some people knew him as Father Christmas because he brought gifts and candies to people all over the world during the winter holiday celebrations. 

“Your forest is not that special,” the Nasty North Wind said to the Christmas Frost King. He blew through his throne room with a gust. He blasted the Christmas Frost King’s Ice Palace so hard that many in the King’s household thought it would soon topple.

“The trees of the Polar Forest love me, and they also love my animals,” the Christmas Frost King declared. Then, he waved his ice scepter, the magical staff made of ice that gave him authority over the forest. “I know the trees love me.”

“I know you believe that your forest is good, but none of your trees are truly pure in heart,” the North Wind cackled.

“You are full of lies!” the Frost King argued. “You stir up strife everywhere you go!”

“Not so much! I could destroy your forest with one breath,” the Nasty North Wind taunted. “Let me test the Forest to see if it is full of love and compassion!”

“Test the Forest?” the Christmas Frost King bellowed. “Why does my Forest need to pass a test?”

“Why would you want to protect a forest full of trees that do not love you?” the Nasty North Wind said. Then, he roared through the throne room with a flurry.

“Fine, you may test the trees of the Polar Forest to see if they are full of love,” the Frost King said. He had so much pride in his forest that he could not imagine that it would betray him.

“None of the trees will care about the animals of the forest,” the Nasty North Wind ridiculed the King. “They will forget that they ever loved and served you!”

“You have my permission to test the trees, but not to kill them, and only for the winter season,” the King said. “There must be limits to your test!”

“Fine, I will abide by your limits,” the Nasty North Wind agreed. “Limits, limits!”

“Do not mock me,” the Frost King said. “My forest is not perfect, but it still loves me. The Spruce Tree, the Pine Tree, and the Little Juniper Tree will stand tall against your wind. Be gone, and do not return until the test is complete.” 

The Christmas Frost King slammed his ice scepter against the palace wall and sent rays of light into the North Wind, which caused him to shrink.

“We shall see if you are right,” the Nasty North Wind roared. “And we shall see who is full of love.”

“When you are wrong, you will be banished to the South Pole,” the Frost King said. “I will not be mocked. My forest will prove full of love. Now leave me.”

The Christmas Frost King hoped that the Forest would forgive him for the suffering it was about to endure, but he knew the trees would prove true, and the North Wind would be silenced once and for all.

The Nasty North Wind set out through the Polar Forest and sent the worst storms in years. The sleet was like knives, and the rain was like pellets. The snow blew into walls of white sheets that no one could see past, and the ice was so hard that it would never crack. Tree branches froze and snapped off like twigs. Tree hollows filled with snow and icicles. 

Of course, animals like the Gray Wolf and the Brown Grizzly Bear were able to hide in the mountains and caves. However, a creature like the Littlest of Little Birds could not even fly fast enough to escape the wind to shelter. 

“This is how I will win this battle against the Christmas Frost King,” the Nasty North Wind snapped through the air. “No one will even care what happens to the Littlest of Little Birds,” the Wind said, as he trapped the Bird in a downward spiral.  

Although the Christmas Frost King saw the Nasty North Wind attacking the Little Bird, he knew he had to stay out of it, and let the Polar Forest pass the test. He tried to think about how great his forest would feel for overcoming the trial.

At first, the Birch Tree caught the Littlest of Little Birds in his arms and hid the Bird for a few hours, until the Nasty North Wind laid bare its branches of leaves. With the Wind biting at the branches that held the Little Bird, the Birch Tree let the Bird go back into the winter storm. 

Within minutes, the Oak Tree took the Little Bird into his arms, but the same thing happened as with the Birch Tree. The Nasty North Wind plucked its branches of leaves and tormented the tree until it released the Littlest of Little Birds back into the freezing storm. By this point, the Little Bird was closer and closer to death. 

“Everyone is against me, but I will survive!” the Bird cried. “One of these trees will help me!”

Then, the Willow Tree, which was known to weep openly, grabbed the Bird and hid her until the Nasty Wind blasted its branches so hard that it could not keep the Bird in its shelter any longer. It ushered the Bird back into the forest with tears.

“Where are these grand trees that you mentioned, Christmas Frost King?” the North Wind called. The Little Bird had lost most of its feathers by now, had a hard time flying, and could no longer sing with its sore throat.

“You are shallow and empty!” the Christmas Frost King answered. “Brace yourself because the time is coming when I will question you, and you shall answer me.”

As the North Wind travelled through the forest, it blew so hard that it picked up the Little Bird, and she bounced right to the Spruce Tree, Pine Tree, and Little Juniper Tree. 

“I offer my thick branches to protect you, Little Bird,” the Spruce Tree said. He opened his arms to the Little Bird. 

“I will give my life for the smallest animal in the forest,” the Pine Tree vowed, as he stood between the Bird and the Wind.

“My needles will be your nest, and my berries your food, even if I am small,” the Little Juniper Tree proclaimed to the Bird. 

Although the Nasty North Wind blasted gales and gusts, which were deathly, the Christmas Frost King watched the Polar Forest stand tall. He felt vindicated for allowing the Nasty North Wind to test his forest in the first place. 

When the Three Evergreen Trees—the Spruce Tree, the Pine Tree, and the Little Juniper Tree, who are green in every season—defended the Little Bird, it caused all the other evergreen trees of the Polar Forest to do the same. In fact, the Polar Forest then defended every large and small animal throughout the wintertime storms. 

The harder the Wind blew against the Evergreens, the more resolute the trees became to defeat him, even when he plucked their needles. 

As the weeks passed, the Christmas Frost King was relieved for his forest when the snow started to melt. Flowers popped through the soil. When the temperature rose, the frost became less severe. Skunk cabbages began to bloom, and butterflies fluttered. Even the wood frogs began quacking. The Nasty North Wind’s test was finally finished. 

“I lived to see the springtime,” the Little Bird cheered. No longer suffering from a sore throat, she sang a song in the sunshine. “I can sing again! Sing a love song!”

Meanwhile, the Nasty North Wind returned to the Christmas Frost King in bitter defeat, and the Frost King felt triumphant and victorious for his faith in the Polar Forest. 

“Now I will question you: Who do you think you are to challenge my authority?” the Christmas Frost King announced. He stood to his feet with power, never prouder of his forest. “For the rest of your days, you will not touch any spruce, pine, or little juniper trees on Earth. You will never again pluck needles from my evergreens!”

“I cannot believe that the Polar Forest passed the test,” the Nasty North Wind moaned.

“I banish you to the South Pole, except for the winter season,” he declared. “Each fall when the season turns to winter, you may visit the Northern Hemisphere, but only for three months with peaceful winds. You will also never attack my palace again. Be gone! Never return to me, foolish, arrogant tempest! I hope you get tired of freezing the world and bring warmth instead.”

“I bow to your greatness, Christmas Frost King,” the Nasty North Wind said. He departed for the South Pole. His once large uproar was a small breeze.

The Frost King hoped the Nasty North Wind was ashamed and embarrassed of his behavior. In celebration, he felt like throwing a springtime festival. 

“Find me the Littlest of Little Birds,” the Christmas Frost King charged his servant. “I need her song in my court.”

Just before the Little Bird was about to fly away into the spring sky, the servant found the Bird resting in the Spruce Tree.

“Your presence is requested by the Christmas Frost King,” the servant explained, as he gathered the Little Bird into his arms.

“Thank you, my lord,” the Littlest of Little Birds said. All the way to the palace, she sang beautiful melodies that sounded like they should be performed by an orchestra. 

“I need you to perform a spring concert for my forest,” the Christmas Frost King said to the Little Bird. He hoped that this recognition would restore her from what she had endured. 

“Sir, it would be an honor to sing for you and the forest,” she chirped with joy.

For the rest of her days, the Little Bird sang in the court of the Christmas Frost King, winter, spring, summer, and fall. 

“What lovely songs!” the Christmas Frost King said. “I love listening to you sing.”

“Oh, I have never been so happy,” the Littlest of Little Birds said. 

So, all ended well in the Frost King’s Polar Forest, a place where love and compassion reigned supreme, even when tested by the Nasty North Wind. 

 

Copyright 2016 Jennifer Waters

Holiday Gingerbread House: The Story of a Very Sweet Christmas Home

“Time for bed, Nicola,” her mother called from the top of the stairs decorated with garland. “Santa will be here soon.”

“Yes, I know, but I have to make my gingerbread house before I go to sleep,” 10-year-old Nicola Claire explained, opening the Gingerbread House Kit. 

The set included pre-baked gingerbread and icing to make a two-story home. Gingerbread men, shredded coconut, colorful beads, jelly hearts, mini jellies, spearmint leaves, candy canes, pinwheels, sugar wreaths, chocolate pretzels, gum balls, rock candy, peppermints, marshmallows, glazed nuts, chocolate bars, and spice drops.

“As long as you can finish the Gingerbread House without falling asleep,” Mrs. Claire insisted. “Tuck yourself in bed when you’re finished. We can take pictures of it in the morning. Maybe we can even eat it for breakfast! Merry Christmas!”

“Good night, Mom!” Nicola agreed, gluing the gingerbread pieces together with the icing. She placed candy pieces artistically on the house as a creative masterpiece. 

“I’d really like to live here,” Nicola imagined, yawning. She placed her head on the table for a moment’s rest, closing her eyes for a second, which then became minutes until she was asleep. In her dream, her stature shrank, and she stood as tall as the gingerbread men in the kit, which was much smaller than real life. 

“What happened?” she questioned. “I know I wanted to live in the house, but I didn’t know I would get my wish.”

She wandered through the rooms of the gingerbread home and holiday candies enjoying the sweet-smelling house. As she made her way to the kitchen with a peppermint fireplace, she met a gingerbread man hanging a sugar wreath. 

“My name Cinnamon,” the cookie announced, with a white icing body, red candy bow, and jelly heart eyes. “Welcome to the Holiday Gingerbread House. I hope you will be able to find your way home by Christmas morning.”

“I’m not even sure how I got here in the first place,” Nicola declared. “How do you expect me to find my way home?”

She sat down on the chocolate bar floor and shed tears, melting part of the ground. “I just said I’d like to live in the Gingerbread House. I never said I wanted to be stranded as a miniature person on Christmas Eve,” she lamented. 

“I’ll tell you a secret,” Cinnamon whispered. “If you eat the Gingerbread House, it won’t exist, and you’re sure to be home.”

“Eat it? The whole thing?” Nicola asked. “If I was as big as a real person, then it might not be so bad, but my stomach shrunk with the rest of my body. How am I going to be able to fit this entire house in my stomach? It will hurt!”

“Then maybe you need to make yourself bigger, and the house will become smaller and fit in your stomach,” he suggested, placing a jug of milk on the table. Of course, she wouldn’t be able to eat the Gingerbread House without milk. 

“Do you think I can swallow it whole?” Nicola wondered. “Maybe if I concentrate hard enough the house will even shrink.”

“It might be a little bit more than you can chew at once,” Cinnamon considered. “Take small bites. Enjoy the treat! And make sure you eat the house before any of the cats in the neighborhood find you. They would surely eat you and the house!”

“Cats? Oh, no!” Nicola bellowed. “I must eat the house and return home. What was I thinking when I built it?”

So Nicola set about eating the Gingerbread House one wall at a time, then the roof, the chimney, the floor, the door, the windows, and the front porch. As she ate the home, she grew in stature, and it became smaller, little by little. 

Although her stomach ached a bit, she mostly enjoyed the sugary house, eating it like a big birthday cake. 

When the cats circled, she tried to hide until they left. They most certainly could smell her little-girl scent and would be back. She must be gone before their return. So, she ate every last crumb of gingerbread, icing, and sugar. 

By the time she grew back into her real-life state, Cinnamon was very tiny, and she picked him up to look at him. 

“Should I eat you, too?” Nicola contemplated. “I can’t possibly eat you! You’re my friend. I should be able to make it home now.”

“You must eat me, too!” Cinnamon commanded Nicola. “I’m the last morsel to swallow before you return to your house.”

“But won’t it hurt you?” she worried. “I would never ever want to hurt you. In fact, you’re the one who helped me eat my way out of this mess. I would have never thought of eating the Gingerbread House as way of returning home.”

“Oh, my, I’m a gingerbread man,” Cinnamon mused. “I was made to be eaten by a lovely girl like you!”

“Well, if you insist,” Nicola hesitated, eating her gingerbread friend whole. She took a big drink of milk afterwards. 

Then, she awoke back at her kitchen table in her family’s home on Christmas Eve, far past midnight. Standing beside her was St. Nicholas, admiring the Gingerbread House that she built before dozing off into a dream. 

“This is Cinnamon,” St. Nicholas heartened to Nicola, handing her a stuffed gingerbread man as a Christmas gift. 

“I’ll love him forever,” she promised, holding him at her chest and kissing him. “We’ve been friends for quite some time now.”

In the morning, Nicola ate the Gingerbread House for breakfast with Cinnamon and the rest of her family as though she had made her holiday magic reality. Even her mother got an apricot cat from her father for Christmas. 

It was the happiest Christmas of all, and by far the sweetest. Sugar and spice and all things nice!

Copyright 2016 Jennifer Waters 

Hallelujah Choir and Angel Orchestra: The Story of Comfort and Joy

“We just got orders from the higher-ups that we’re performing a concert over Bethlehem tomorrow night,” Comfort said to Joy. He had been the lead vocalist in the Hallelujah Choir and Angel Orchestra for years, and this was going to be his moment! He felt a mixture of excitement and anxiety. As he sat back in his office chair, he studied the instructions line by line. 

A globe of the planet Earth sat on the corner of his desk for twirling when necessary. Sometimes, the angels needed to know where they would be dispatched, and the globe was a good reference. Comfort also had a solar system map on the wall, which included the five dwarf planets: Ceres, Pluto, Haumea, Makemake, and Eris.  

“Bethlehem looks like it is a small town in a country named Israel,” Comfort explained.

“How are we going to prepare in time? It seems so last minute,” Joy said, as she stood by his desk. She fixed her angel wings and grabbed her trumpet. Then, she studied the globe. “God must know that we can be ready in a day!”

“It is last minute,” Comfort said. He looked over his sheet music for “Glory to God in the Highest.” His solo required a big vocal range, but he knew he could do it.  

“We can sing a duet,” Joy said. “And we’ll lead the angel orchestra, just like we usually do . . .” The brother and sister angels had been in training for years. 

“We’re technically plan B that became plan A,” Comfort said. “Originally, the Melody Makers Choir was on the schedule, but it fell through. We really need to prove ourselves tonight!”

“What’s the occasion?” Joy said. “Oh, I remember now . . . something like God decided to send his Son to live on Earth, and this is his big entrance.”

The two angels adorned themselves in pink and sky-blue robes and played sparkling silver trumpets. They also each knew how to play the harp. Comfort took heart in knowing that God must have believed that they could succeed, despite the short notice.

“This is one of the most important evenings in history,” Gloria, the Hallelujah Choir and Angel Orchestra’s supervisor, said. “We have to sound better than the best!”

“We’re going to need to rehearse all night long,” Comfort said, as he warmed a mug of angel coffee in his office. 

“I’m sounding the bell for rehearsal now!” Gloria said. “All Hallelujah Choir and Angel Orchestra members to the Assembly Hall.”

The large, golden rehearsal bell rang all throughout the Hallelujah Choir and Angel Orchestra chamber, calling the angels to practice.

As the angels entered the hall, they whispered to one another, curious as to why they were called to practice in the middle of the night. Usually, they were given at least a few days’ notice for major events throughout the heavens. 

“Now every angel, listen up!” Gloria said. She marched across the chamber with a clip board. “All your other duties are put on hold until we finish this concert. There will be shepherds out in the fields, keeping watch over their flocks at night. Comfort and Joy will appear to them, and the glory of the Lord will shine around them, and they will be terrified. We’re going to have to do our best to help them not to be afraid. Every one of your angel wings needs to be ironed and trumpets need to be polished! After the glory shines, I gave Comfort and Joy a scroll to read. Go ahead Comfort . . .”

“Do not be afraid. I bring you good news that will cause great joy for all the people,” Comfort said. He tried to memorize it. It was tricky, and he did not want to screw it up.

“Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is the Messiah, the Lord.” Joy said. She rolled forward in the scroll and pointed out all the periods and pauses.

“This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger,” Comfort said. He imagined how cute the baby would be. “Gloria, do you think we need that section about the sign? It might be overdoing it a bit,” he continued.

“Would you stick to the parchment?” Gloria said. “God wrote it. I can’t change it. It is essential to the Messiah’s identity. After your announcement, then suddenly our great company of heavenly host will appear with you and Joy, praising God and singing! Comfort and Joy, do you have down all the major instructions? If you do, then we can continue to the music.”

“Altos, sopranos, tenors, and basses! Every angel, focus!” Comfort said, as he directed the Hallelujah Choir and Angel Orchestra. 

“The musicians can join in during the second verse. The first time should be a cappella,” Joy said. She handed out the music while she admired the strings, woodwinds, brass, and percussion sections. However, most of the musicians played harps and trumpets. After the angel orchestra had a minute to review the song, they stood at their tallest with instruments ready.

“Glory to God in the highest heaven, and on earth peace to those on whom his favor rests,” the Hallelujah Choir sang. Comfort got chills listening to the song. 

“Wonderful!” Gloria announced. “Still needs a little work on phrasing and make sure to pronounce your consonants. After you are finished performing the song, ideally, the shepherds will hurry off and find Mary and Joseph, the baby’s parents, and the baby, who will be lying in the manger. When the shepherds see the baby, hopefully, they will spread the word concerning what had been told to them about the child by us. Of course, all who hear what the shepherds say to them will be amazed. I’m hoping the child’s mother will treasure all these things and ponder them in her heart. God willing, the shepherds will return to the fields, glorifying and praising God for what they have heard and seen. If they don’t, at least we tried. We did it for God.”

“Any questions?” Comfort said to the crowd of singers and musicians. “I will try to answer them for you!”

“If you can’t find an answer to your question, then there’s always the chance for a miracle,” Joy said. She giggled into her trumpet as Comfort rolled his eyes at her silly joke.

As the Hallelujah Choir and Angel Orchestra practiced into the wee hours of the morning and into the next afternoon. It took a little work, but “Glory to God in the Highest” eventually sounded heavenly. By the midnight hour on Christmas Eve, the angels were in place over Bethlehem. The town smelled of the best bread Comfort had ever imagined. 

“The savior is going to be the bread of life,” Gloria explained to the choir and musicians. “This town makes a lot of bread, so God insisted that the child be born here. I know Bethlehem is a bit out of the way, but the location was important to the Lord. He said it has something to do with manna coming down out of heaven. I’ll see if we can find a way to take some bread from Bethlehem home with us.”

Before everyone got distracted by the bakery scents, Comfort interrupted. 

“Everyone, remember your cues,” Comfort said. Gloria watched on the side of the orchestra and floated in the sky. Comfort had stopped her nose and her stomach from taking over her emotions.

“Look! Shepherds! There really are shepherds in the field,” Ariel, an angel in the alto section of the choir, whispered to her boyfriend named Angelo in the tenor section.

“Please be quiet!” Comfort said. “Keep focused on the performance.” 

“Ssh! We’re not supposed to be talking! Peace! Be still and know,” Angelo said to Ariel. “Don’t get us into trouble!”

When Comfort and Joy suddenly appeared in the sky with the glory of God surrounding them in all its power, the shepherds stopped in place and shook in fear. The presence of God was so strong that Comfort could feel a holiness overtake him.

“Aaah! What’s in the sky? Strange beings! They’re going to kill us!” the shepherds said, and some of them ran for the hills. 

“The scroll! Start now! Hurry!” Gloria yelled at Comfort and Joy.

“Do not be afraid,” Comfort said. He bellowed in his strongest voice. 

At that, the sheep scattered, and the shepherds had dropped many of their crooks in the chaos of the event. By the time Comfort and Joy finished the scroll, some of the shepherds had stood still long enough to listen to the speech, followed by the performance of the song. 

“Who wants to meet the Messiah?” Gloria asked through her bullhorn. 

Without giving a proper response, the shepherds ran off as fast as they could. They took a few sheep with them but lost the rest in the terror. 

“A complete failure,” Gloria said as she sat on a cloud in tears. “How could the shepherds be so afraid? The glory of God shone. We prepared the script. We practiced the song. What is wrong with them? We sacrificed so much for this! The shepherds have a distinct role to play in the baby’s birth. They are going to have to find him to tell others, or all is lost!”

Comfort and Joy flew across the sky to give Gloria a hug, and the rest of the angels stood in silence with disappointment. Somehow, everything was going to work together for the good.

“Maybe the shepherds will have time to think about the message and change course?” Comfort said. “God must have known that this would happen.”

“Tonight was a disaster!” Gloria said. “Why would God ever pick shepherds to help his son at a time like this? There must have been someone better suited for the task.”

“We are angels,” Joy said. “At least some of the shepherds were a little bit excited and listened to what we were saying!”

“Let’s just pack it up and go back to heaven,” Gloria said. “There’s not much else that we can do for now down here!”

“You go ahead. Joy and I will fly to the manger to see if the shepherds made it,” Comfort said. “Come on, Joy!”

“Of course, we’ll fly to the manger,” Joy said. She forced a smile with her pearly whites.

Comfort knew Joy tried to be hopeful after the shepherds’ disappointing exit. He also tried to believe that everything would come together, even if it seemed like a mess right now. 

By the time Comfort and Joy found Mary and Joseph in the manger with the baby, the shepherds had just arrived. Comfort was almost speechless and stood in awe of God. A donkey, an ox, sheep, and camels surrounded the child and his family. 

“I can barely believe my eyes!” Comfort said. He admired the gifts of three very wealthy wise men that sat next to the shepherds. “God must really know what He is doing.”

“This is why you need to have faith!” Joy said. “Even when you think everything is a failure, God has a purpose.” 

“I need to trust in the Lord more than I usually do,” Comfort said. “I lean too much on my own understanding.”

“The shepherds must’ve talked about it and decided to go see what we told them about,” Joy said. She laughed out loud. “They will end up telling everyone about the Messiah, just like God wanted!”

Then, out of nowhere, Gloria landed in the middle of the manger with a basket of bread.

“He who has ears to hear! Let him hear! Do not be afraid! Did you hear me?” Gloria said. “I just got a word from God, and He said that we had not failed. He said we are right on track for the next big miracle.”

“Exactly!” Comfort said, as he flew in her direction. “Everything worked out!” 

Comfort and Joy hugged Gloria together with relief as they admired the shepherds in the manger with the baby savior. His parents looked a bit confused at the commotion, but glad for the new friends by their side. 

“God is going to ask us to do more performances now,” Joy said. “Yippee!”

“This time, we should try to prepare in advance and not wait until the last minute,” Comfort said. “But sometimes God just does things suddenly!”

“I need a raise,” Gloria said. “I deserve a promotion and a vacation!”

Every year from that year on, Gloria took her annual vacation at Christmas, and Comfort and Joy were put in charge to spread the Christmas spirit. The shepherds ended up telling about the birth of the Savior all over the world, and everyone knew about the beautiful music of the Hallelujah Choir and Angel Orchestra.

 

Copyright 2016 Jennifer Waters