Saturday, February 27, 2016

Telephone Game: The Life of Alexander Graham Bell

Hello, hello, can you hear me? 

My name is Dr. Graham Bell. 

Alexander is my first name. 

Now I have a few things to tell.

I’m not calling with some cups

And a telephone made of string.

Electricity is the future.

Did you hear the phone ring?

I’m a scientist from Scotland.

I’m a teacher of the deaf.

I send sound through wires. 

Can you hear the bass clef?

My invention has a patent,

And I am the sole inventor.

I love the human voice.

The voice is front and center.

I talked across twenty feet,

And then across the nation, 

And then across the Atlantic.

Please don’t change the station!

From Washington, D.C. to Honolulu,

My voice went across the Pacific.

At first everyone thought I was crazy, 

But the telephone is terrific! 

So, get yourself a telephone today.

You don’t even need to shout. 

Talk to your friends and family now.

They can hear you without a doubt!


Copyright 2016 Jennifer Waters


A Christmas princess expands the kingdom of joy and helpfulness to many other children with her own generosity and dedication.

Natasha Bell was born on Christmas Day, believes she is a princess, destined to do good everywhere and change the whole world! She helps the mall Santa move the children along, tell their wishes, and get their photos taken—even when the meanie mall manager orders her to stop. When a little boy wants a sister, but his mom can’t have one, Natasha volunteers to be his sister and tells him that makes him a prince and he can help her change the world . . . as many other children do over the years because of Natasha’s joy and generosity.

Natasha Bell shares her birthday with King Jesus, believes she is a princess, and is inspired to do good everywhere and change the whole world! By age 10, she spreads love and kindness to people with all kinds of serious problems. At Christmastime, Natasha visits the shopping malls to meet the Santa Clauses and help them with the children who want to sit on Santa’s knee, tell him how “nice” they have been that year, and ask for Christmas gifts. Then they pose for the annual photo on Santa’s lap that goes in the family Christmas card and hangs on the refrigerator. When the mall manager comes by, she forces Natasha to the end of the line, but once she’s left, Natasha marches right back to the front of the Santa Claus display. Santa is pleased to have her help make his photo quota and she gives advice on everything from how to pick a puppy to where to get a bargain. She even calms screaming kids, wipes tears, and dries noses.

On Christmas Eve Day, a little boy sits on Santa’s lap, crying because he wants a baby sister for Christmas. The Mom says that she can’t have another baby, but he doesn’t understand why. Santa is dumbfounded; he explains that he only visits with the kids for the money and can’t promise anything. He says he must have met 30,000 kids by now. The boy protests, wondering if the mall Santa is the “real” Santa. The mall Santa says that he feels real, especially since he’s been kicked in the shin so many times. In the meantime, the boy’s mother insists that the Santa ask her son to stop sucking his thumb. Like many mall Santas, the Santa replies that he is Jewish and celebrates Hanukkah, but he’s doing the best he can with the kids in the mall because the holidays are all about goodwill. Worried he’ll get fired, the mall Santa asks the mother to stop all the commotion.

Marching toward Mr. Claus, the mall manager forbids Natasha from standing in the Santa line. Hiding from the looming manager, Natasha whispers to the boy on Santa’s lap that she will be his sister and that she’s a princess. While being eyed by the manager, the boy says yes, he would like to have a sister born on Christmas who’s a princess. Once the manager leaves, insisting that she doesn’t have time for nonsense, only selling toys, Natasha explains to the boy that if he’s her brother, then he’s a prince. She says: “Anyone who is my sister or brother would also be a princess or a prince. We can all change the world together! My mom told me, so it has to be true.” Every year after that, despite the mall managers, Natasha collects new sisters and brothers in the Santa Claus lines until she has an entire kingdom—a kingdom of princesses and princes who are related to the King, and that makes all the difference in the world.

Copyright 2022 Jennifer Waters

Monday, February 15, 2016

Sweet Nightingale: The Life of the Lady of the Lamp

I am the Lady of the Lamp. 

The hospitals are dark and damp.

A ministering angel, they say I am,

But I’m just a nurse, like a little lamb. 

War rages and ravishes men.

I try to say a quiet: “Amen.”

My cross is red and very royal.

I’ve been true and always loyal.

The merciful and meek are blessed. 

Infirmity must be addressed. 

My father believed women must learn.

Now medicine and math are my concern.

I felt called to help those who suffer.

Compassion is the truest buffer.  

Though I’m tired and sometimes nervous,

I give myself to a life of service.

Like the bird who sings a song,

A Nightingale knows love is strong.

I make my rounds to soldiers at night. 

My lamp shines like the bright moonlight.


Copyright 2016 Jennifer Waters