Copyright 2015 Jennifer Waters
Mattie J.T. Stepanek went to heaven on June 22, 2004, and told me he was going to fly, not walk, when he got there.
Once there was a man named Stingy Jack,
Who liked to play jokes and started flack.
He lied to family, friends, and his mom,
To the Devil himself he’d twist a Psalm.
He drank too much and talked too loud—
Did things for which he shouldn’t be proud.
One day he asked the Devil to climb a tree.
Then he placed crosses around it with glee.
Since the Devil couldn’t touch a cross,
He was stuck in the tree—what a loss!
Jack asked the Devil not to take his soul.
When he died, Jack wanted all control.
The Devil said: “I promise with all my might.
When you die, I won’t put up a fight.”
Then Jack took the crosses away,
And the Devil said: “I live to betray!”
When Jack died and went to the pearly gate,
St. Peter told him that he was filled with hate.
“You are cruel and mean have no love.
Why on Earth would you enter Heaven above?
No! I will not allow you to enter Heaven.
Go talk to the Devil at the hour eleven.”
So Jack went down to the Gates of Hell.
It looked more like a prison cell.
“Why Jack, what brings you here today?
I smell the scent of ghoulish play.
Didn’t St. Peter let you into heaven?
You’ve been a beast since age seven,
And I promised to never let you enter Hell.
A promise is a promise. What a spell!”
With that, Jack had nowhere to go.
His spirit wandered to-and-fro.
Back and forth between Heaven and Hell.
He couldn’t find a place to dwell.
Jack said: “How can I leave without a light?
I can’t see a thing in the dark midnight.”
The Devil tossed him a burning ember—
On the last night before November.
He hollowed a turnip with his hand—
From Heaven and Hell, he was banned.
Turnips were his favorite food.
The root helped him think and brood.
Jack put the ember inside a turnip.
He felt like he was about to burn up!
From that day on, Jack roamed the Earth.
He dreaded the day of his own birth.
He haunted the good and evil alike.
No one knew when he would strike.
He lit his way with his lantern flame,
Not knowing it would bring him fame.
The Irish knew his legend well,
And they made sure to go-and-tell.
Turnips, rutabagas, potatoes, and beets
Were used for more than tasty treats!
When evil spirits came on Halloween,
Demons were never heard or seen.
Roots held candles that kept them at bay.
All Hallows’ Eve turned into All Saints Day.
Jack O’Lanterns are now made from pumpkins.
Easier to carve and more like bumpkins!
If Stingy Jack comes round your door,
Buy a pumpkin at a candy store!
Carve the pumpkin into a scary face!
Put it on your porch full o’grace.
Light it with candles ‘till the break of dawn
And evil spirits will soon be gone.
The Devil will never trick you cold.
Treat yourself now that the story is told.
Shine a light to keep an angel near.
Stingy Jack will only have fear.
His ghost will haunt the world alone.
He will wander like a brittle bone.
Happy Halloween without a scare.
Ghosts and goblins and witches beware!
Copyright 2015 Jennifer Waters
“What does Passover mean?” Coral asked her dad. As she was riding through Central Park on the handlebars of her father’s bike, she admired the spring flowers. Her father sat on the black leather seat of the bike and pedaled for both of them. The sun shone brightly, and a light breeze blew as a vendor sold balloons and cotton candy from his cart.
“Well, it’s like this bridge coming up,” Mr. Graf said, as he pedaled twice as fast. “We are going to pass over the dangers of the water below. It’s sort of like how death passed over the Israelites, and they journeyed from being slaves in Egypt to freedom.”
“So, we won’t drown in the river?” ten-year-old Coral said, as she peered over the side of the bike at the fish in the water. “Just like the Israelites didn’t die in Egypt. Bad things leave us!”
“More or less, anything bad that would come near you has to pass over, instead of harm you,” her father said. “You aren’t affected by it.”
“Do you think that’s really true? That all the bad stuff has to just leave you alone?” Coral asked. “There’s still a lot of bad stuff in the world.”
“I hope it’s true,” her father said. “Sometimes you have to go through bad things, but there can still be miracles. That’s one of the reasons why we celebrate Passover every year in the spring, believing that hard times will leave us, like when the Israelites were freed from slavery in Egypt. The Israelites were slaves, and Moses led them to freedom.”
As her father pedaled around Central Park, Coral came across a man asleep on a park bench with a brown paper bag. She wondered if he’d been drinking. If so, maybe giving him the coins directly wasn’t the best idea — she wanted them to do actual good.
This was one of those moments when Coral had to be extra cautious with her coins. She didn’t want to give them to the wrong person.
“Dad, he needs some bad things to pass over him,” Coral said. She hopped off the bike and marched in his direction. She considered that she needed to start a miracle for him.
“Wait a minute,” her father said. He squeaked the brakes on the red bike to a halt. “What are you doing? He might not be a safe person.”
Coral pulled out her tin can of change from her backpack, which she collected from The Man Upstairs. She also had Puddles, her porcelain pink piggy bank, where she kept the overflow of coins. Every day, the tin can was carefully placed beneath the heating vent in her parents’ Upper East Side apartment, and The Man Upstairs dropped pennies, nickels, dimes, quarters, half dollars, and dollar coins every day. Coral had promised him to give the money away to do good in the world.
Never once did Coral keep the money for herself, because Coral knew that The Man Upstairs would stop giving it to her. Instead, she used the money to cause small miracles all over New York City; a small miracle could bring a larger one.
“The Man Upstairs would want me to give my coins to a doctor to help this man get well,” she said. She poked the man in the side, and he woke up with a cough.
“Coral, we should get going,” her father said. He grabbed Coral’s hand and headed in the other direction. Coral felt sad for the man on the park bench and wanted to help him.
“Who are you?” The Man From Central Park said. He studied her for a moment. From the look on his face, he was shocked that she was a little girl. “I don’t feel well. Leave me alone. I’m going to die in this park.”
“Oh no! Did you ever hear about how bad things can pass over?” she said. “Bad things are going to pass over you!”
“Honey, The Man From Central Park might need to go see a doctor,” Mr. Graf said. He cleared his throat and pointed to the growth on his face. “It might be a cancer,” he whispered in Coral’s ear without the man on the park bench hearing him.
“You might feel better after you eat something,” Coral said. She handed him coconut macaroons from her backpack. “My dad owns a local deli.” Then, Coral turned to him and asked: “Can he eat at the deli anytime he wants?”
“We have especially good chicken soup,” Mr. Graf said with enthusiasm. “We’d love to have you whenever you are in the area.”
Coral felt relieved that her father agreed to feed the stranger. She thought about all the other people in Central Park that also might need a good meal.
“Why don’t we let him have a nap for the rest of the afternoon?” Mr. Graf said, as the stubborn man groaned.
“Dad, you just said that he needs to go to the doctor!” Coral said. She pulled the Man’s jacket until he finally budged to sit up on the bench. “Let’s go! The Man Upstairs is paying for your doctor bill with my dollar coins. Follow me. I’m getting you an appointment.”
As Coral’s dad got back on the bicycle, he pedaled slowly as Coral walked beside The Man From Central Park. Coral covered her mouth as The Man From Central Park coughed for most of the walk. As much as she wanted him to get better, she also did not want to get sick.
“We are taking you to the emergency room at the New York City Hospital,” Coral said. She shook Puddles and hoped she had enough to help The Man from Central Park. Somehow, she would find a way to get him better. He could not have cancer.
When Coral, Mr. Graf, and The Man From Central Park arrived at the emergency room, they chained their red bicycle to the nearest bike rack. The sliding glass doors opened in a buzz, and sick people were pushed in stretchers and wheelchairs everywhere. Inside the hospital, the air smelled like antiseptic and cafeteria food, and Coral clung to her dad’s hand.
“Coral, we need to talk to the woman at the desk,” Mr. Graf said. “This is the waiting room. They need to take our information for the doctor.”
The Man From Central Park stood in front of the nurse. More than ever, Coral noticed his unruly appearance and overgrown beard. She hoped that the nurse would still help him. He definitely needed a shower and a new toothbrush.
“My name is Coral Graf, and my dad and I met this man in Central Park, and he doesn’t feel well,” Coral said. “The Man Upstairs is paying for the doctor visit,” she said. She dumped her coins from Puddles the piggy bank and her tin can on the desk. “Please help him.”
“Does he have health insurance?” the nurse said. She grabbed her clipboard to take notes. “Have him fill out this form.”
“Dad, does The Man From Central Park have health insurance?” Coral asked. “I don’t know what that means.”
“I think he’s eligible for Medicare. This means that The Man Upstairs won’t have to pay the whole bill,” Mr. Graf said. “Let me fill out the sheet with him.”
“That’s definitely a miracle,” Coral said. “I knew good things were going to happen!”
“I’m also a military veteran,” The Man From Central Park said. “So, I should have special benefits.”
Hours later, after sitting in the waiting room, Coral, Mr. Graf, and The Man From Central Park finally saw the doctor. Coral was relieved and thought they might have to sleep in the waiting room for the night. It seemed like they had been there forever.
“This is The Man From Central Park,” Coral said, as she marched into the exam room. She shook the doctor’s hand. He was dressed in a white jacket with a stethoscope around his neck. “I need him to feel better.”
Her father shrugged his shoulders and looked at the doctor with a smile. Then, the doctor took The Man From Central Park’s blood pressure and pulse.
“Stick out your tongue,” the doctor said to The Man From Central Park. He looked down his throat, and then into his ears. He carefully examined the growth on his cheek.
“Bad things are already passing over you,” Coral said to The Man From Central Park. “Just like with Moses.”
“Do you want to be a doctor one day?” the doctor said to Coral. “Now, just give us a minute, and we will figure out a diagnosis.”
The doctor closed the curtain in the exam room around him and The Man From Central Park. The curtain brushed Coral’s nose, so she could no longer see the doctor examine The Man from Central Park. She and her father sat down on chairs to wait for the doctor to finish.
“Don’t worry, Coral,” Mr. Graf said. “The doctor knows best and will help him.”
By the time the doctor had finished the examination, Coral and her dad had played many games of Tic Tac Toe on a scrap sheet of paper. She loved to play games with him.
“Dad, did you let me win?” Coral asked. He folded the Tic Tac Toe game sheet in her pocket. She really wanted to beat him fair and square. “I won every time.”
“I really tried to beat you, Coral,” her father said. He put his pen into his pocket and looked at the clock on the wall.
“The Man From Central Park is going to stay overnight until we can determine exactly what is wrong,” the doctor said. “As your daughter said, bad things need to leave him.”
“I’ll be back in the morning with chicken soup from my dad’s deli,” Coral said. “I’ll try to bring extra for the doctor, too.”
“Wonderful!” the doctor said, “I’ll be so glad to see you again. Now, Mr. Jones is asleep, and it’s best if we let him rest for now.”
“Yes, so we should be leaving, Coral,” Mr. Graf said. He pushed her toward the door. “I hope no one has stolen our red bicycle from the bike rack outside, even if it had a chain.”
“Dad, you worry too much! Bad things are passing over,” Coral said, as she walked through the sliding doors of the hospital. Their red bicycle sat right where they left it.
Even if Puddles and her tin can were empty again, Coral knew The Man Upstairs would be happy with her investment in The Man from Central Park. She expected her new friend from the park to have a full recovery, nothing less than tip-top shape.
When Coral arrived back at her high-rise brick apartment, she placed her tin can underneath the heating vent. She waited for more coins from The Man Upstairs to drop. She knew that she had the power to cause miracles — to help the bad things pass over.
Copyright 2015, 2025 Jennifer Waters
Sequel to "The Man Upstairs: The Story of Coral Graf and Coins from a Tin Can" (1/3/15), "The Man Downstairs: The Story of Coral Graf and Her Missing Coins" (7/13/15), "The Man Next Door: The Story of Coral Graf and the Neighborhood Coins" (8/5/15), "The Man Across the Street: The Story of Coral Graf, a Hanukkah Miracle, and the Landlord with a Cigar" (9/10/15), and "The Man Around the Corner: The Story of Coral Graf and a Homeless Cardboard Box" (9/10/15).
Dedicated to my grandmother, Augusta Renner Graf Waters.
LOGLINE
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.
PITCH
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 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. Lewis wonders 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 Santa pulls Lewis from the sack, he meets a sick 10-year-old girl named Bernice and shares his Christmas magic healing power from 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 visits the hospital ward with Lewis from then on, rubbing his nose on children’s cheeks. She is Lewis’ girl, and he is her teddy.
SYNOPSIS
Once upon a time, there was a brown bear named Lewis who was made by Mrs. Santa Claus. Of course, this is a very special bear, and Mrs. Claus only has time to make one bear like him a year. Upon finishing his fluffy body, Mrs. Claus feels excited at her new creation. She waves her magic wand over him, and he comes to life with the ability to speak and move like a person. He almost walks and talks like a little boy. 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 would only have to hug Lewis to be well and happy.
On Christmas Eve, Mrs. Claus places 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. Lewis sits on the bottom of the sack, wondering if he will 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. With Santa Claus' help, the teddy bear jumps from the sack, tiptoes over to her bed, and crawls into the 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. The day after Christmas, she goes home with Lewis tucked in her knapsack, promising to feed him rice pudding. Bernice often visits the hospital ward with Lewis, rubbing his nose on children’s cheeks. He is so glad to be her teddy and for her to be his girl; he will love her forever.
Series of Lewis the Christmas Bear stories:
1. Lewis is sent to the rest of the world through Mr. and Mrs. Santa Claus, and he arrives in a hospital ward to help heal a sickly British girl named Bernice. Then he spreads Christmas tingles through his nose everywhere he goes, trying to bring healing to the world.
2. Lewis builds an igloo in Bernice’s front lawn, and he explains it’s his new home-away-from-home. Bernice’s family and the neighbors would rather he live inside Bernice’s house like everyone else in the neighborhood, especially because his little castle will melt during the summertime season.
3. Eager to give gifts during the wintertime lull, Lewis wraps random things in Bernice’s parents’ house and gives them away to neighbors and friends. Bernice’s parents try to explain to Lewis that it is no longer Christmas, and they want to get their belongings back, but they aren’t very successful at reclaiming their possessions. All-the-while everyone has a good laugh, and Lewis continues to heal everyone he meets with tingles in his nose.
4. Trying to be helpful, Lewis cooks rice pudding in Bernice’s kitchen, and he makes a terrible mess, breaking kitchen dishes and burning the pudding. Bernice’s parents are very upset, but instead of fighting with Lewis, they teach him to cook the rice pudding properly, so he can eat it anytime he wants, not just Christmas Eve.
5. Lewis discovers a London toy store with Bernice, and he is sure that Mr. Claus made all the toys in the store, and he is temporarily captured by the toy store owner who insists that Lewis is for-sale, but then Bernice rescues Lewis, and they decide to never go into a toy store again. Instead, Lewis is determined that the toys are given to the children of the world for free, so he asks Mr. Claus to take the toys back from the store and give them to children mid-Christmas season.
6. Lewis visits a library with Bernice, and he reads stories about other famous bears, and he insists that a book must be written about him to spread Christmas cheer. So, he sets about writing a picture book about himself. The librarian doesn’t accept the book at first, but then she gives up when he brings her some rice pudding as a bribe, and Bernice promises to bring extra friends to weekly story-hour.
7. Lewis learns to play the piano in attempt to play Christmas carols for holiday sing-a-longs. So he practices the piano day-and-night, and Bernice’s family has to wear ear plugs and sleep with their heads under the pillows. Once Lewis starts playing the piano, he won’t stop for anything other than eating rice pudding. He also sings along with his piano playing. His singing is sometimes off-key, but he is sure he is ready for Christmas sing-a-longs during the upcoming season.
8. Eager to keep Christmas all year long, Lewis decorates Bernice’s house and insists that the decorations not be taken down. Any decorations that Bernice’s parents take down, Lewis puts them right back up until Bernice and her family give up. They decide that it’s easier to go along with Lewis’ enthusiasm instead of arguing with him. They just ask if he could at least rotate the decorations to the proper holiday season, according to the normal calendar year.
9. Lewis turns on the TV for the first time to find all kinds of troublesome programs, but he enjoys the 24-hour Christmas music station, which he now plays constantly and recommends to all his new friends with his own advertising campaign. Bernice introduces him to the pop songs on the radio, but he thinks they are boring compared to holiday jingles.
10. Lewis mistakes the washer and the dryer as devices that he can use to wash and dry himself. He invites the dogs and cats in the neighborhood over to give the machines a try. His favorite is the dryer because it is so warm and cuddly, and he can fluff himself up and look his best, tying a red Christmas ribbon around himself when he is clean. When he asks Bernice to try hopping in the washer and dryer, her parents have a fit, and Lewis is banned from using the machines again.
11. Lewis borrows the family car and takes a spin through the London neighborhood, accidentally denting the bumper and getting ticket the police. Bernice’s parents think she decided to drive the car illegally, and she is grounded until Lewis humbly apologizes for his wrong doing. He promises to get them a new bumper for Christmas and pay the police fine.
12. Lewis explores London as a tourist and gets stuck on the clock hands of Big Ben. He goes round and round the clock face until the British police free him and send him home to Bernice and her family who had been looking for him all day. He simply explains that he was counting the minutes until Christmas.
13. Lewis goes grocery shopping with Bernice and her mom, and he enjoys the dessert section too much, eating up the whole aisle, thinking it was a pre-Christmas feast, and Bernice defends him to the grocery store owner until her mother can calm the owner down and write a check for the gobbled-up desserts.
14. Lewis opens the ice box for the first time and loves it so much he wants to sleep there because it reminds him of the North Pole. Bernice’s family can’t get him to sleep in a bed with a pillow again, and they are worried that he will freeze to the ice box with the ice cubes and frozen meat. After getting a bit frost bitten, he warms himself with the hair dryer and cuddles with Bernice.
15. Lewis bonds with the new family dog that he tries to ride like a Christmas reindeer. He even dresses him in antlers and a Christmas sweater until Bernice explains that a dog is not a reindeer and Lewis, and her new dog must be friends.
16. Almost lit by a birthday candle, Lewis bursts out of a birthday cake for Bernice at her 11th party, telling her that birthdays are the closest thing to Christmas, and he plans to help celebrate birthdays all year long.
17. Lewis dumps bubbles into the bathtub and hops in for a soak when he forgets to turn off the faucet and water runs out the bathroom into the hall. After looking at the mess, he decides it’s never too soon to clean up for Christmas. He undertakes a huge house cleaning, and Bernice’s family is shocked and thrilled at the results.
18. Lewis rides the Tube, asking the passengers what they want for Christmas, especially the children, because he says that their requests should be filed with Mr. Claus by the end of summer at latest. He gets kicked off the Tube for soliciting, but he thinks he’s done enough good to spread the word.
19. Lonely, Lewis writes Mr. and Mrs. Claus a long letter, explaining that London is more difficult of a place than he expected, and if Mr. Claus could bring some back-up friends during the next Christmas Eve run, Lewis would very much appreciate some help in England. He done all he can do but feels that Bernice and her family might be more enthusiastic about celebrating Christmas if Mrs. Claus could send him some friends. In the meantime, he starts Christmas shopping for Bernice and her family.
20. After much turmoil with a terrible winter storm that almost cancels Christmas, Mr. Claus arrives at Bernice’s house late on Christmas Eve with new five friends for Lewis and Bernice that were handmade by Mrs. Claus: a Christmas girl bear named Joyful, a Christmas donkey named Rascal, a Christmas lamb named Kindness, a Christmas dove named Blue Eyes, and a Christmas elephant Big Ears. Although the sleigh ride was tough, Lewis welcomes his new friends with rice pudding around the fireplace with Bernice and her family.
Copyright 2022 Jennifer Waters
“Here’s your daily cup of coffee,” Coral said to The Man Around the Corner, sitting in his cardboard box home. Since the springtime, Coral had been giving The Man Around the Corner a cup of coffee every day and coins from The Man Upstairs in exchange for his help selling her Hamantaschen cookies at the local coffee shop. Since no one else would give him a job, she tried to create one for him.
When he moved into the neighborhood in his cardboard box on the street corner, it was warmer outside, but the latest winter months had been frightful. Coral knew that he could not survive in the bitter cold much longer.
“Thanks, Coral. Don’t be late for school. Run along,” The Man Around the Corner said. He shivered 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. Coral felt nervous leaving him there for the day.
“I’m worried that the snow is going to soak through your cardboard box,” said the nine-year-old girl. She gave him a handful of coins. “What if you get frostbitten? Or your lips turn blue? Are your toes cold?”
“Try not to worry about me. I can go buy soup for lunch,” he said. Then, she dumped more change from Puddles her porcelain pink piggy bank into his open guitar case.
Every day, The Man Upstairs dropped coins through the heating vent in Coral’s family apartment. The coins collected in her tin can under the vent, and Coral promised The Man Upstairs to give them away to do good in the world. Coral knew that even a gift as small as a penny had the ability to change someone’s circumstance for the better. One penny after another would add up after a while, even if it was just a start.
“I don’t understand why other people are not giving you help,” Coral said. She gazed at The Man Around the Corner as he held his guitar. “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 with a cough. If the cough didn’t go away by tomorrow, she would have to buy him medicine from the local pharmacy. “I’m trying to learn a new song by John Denver called ‘Sunshine on My Shoulders.’ Maybe I can play it for you by this afternoon!”
“Okay, but I don’t think soup is going to be enough for you to eat,” Coral said. “We’ll talk about this later.”
After school when Coral was walking home, she came across a man with a bullhorn, and his voice carried for blocks. She knew immediately that she needed one of her own.
“No more bullets,” he yelled, as he protested gun violence in public schools and asked for stricter regulations. “Our children should be safe in school!”
“Where did you get that bullhorn? Can I borrow it, please?” Coral said. She took the bullhorn from the protestor and examined it. The snowstorm seemed to grow larger by the minute. “I promise to bring it back.”
“Hey! I didn’t say you could have my bullhorn! Fine, keep it. I have another one. Maybe your voice needs to be heard,” he shouted at Coral. He dug in his backpack and pulled out another bullhorn and started his speech where he left off.
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! Donate now!” Coral announced. “Stop walking past him! Stop pretending that you don’t see him!”
As Coral protested with her bullhorn, snowflakes stacked on the sidewalk.
“Soon I can build an igloo for The Man Around the Corner,” Coral said through the bullhorn. “It might be warmer than the cardboard box.”
The Man Around the Corner stepped out of his cardboard box and looked up at the Graf family apartment. Coral hoped that her parents would not get upset with her for being so vocal.
“Is that Coral?” Mr. Graf yelled from the open apartment window. “Young lady! What are you doing out there in this snowstorm with a bullhorn?”
Coral decided to ignore her father’s comments and persist in protesting.
“The Man Around the Corner needs your help! I gave him my coins from The Man Upstairs, but he also needs you!” Coral announced. “The rest of the neighborhood needs to contribute, so he can move from his homeless cardboard box. I am staying here until The Man Around the Corner moves him from his current home. You can put your coins in his guitar case. I don’t want to hear any more excuses from anyone. Give!”
“You are absolutely not staying out there in the snowstorm!” Mrs. Graf yelled out the open apartment window. “I’m coming out there to get you!”
“Coral, your mom and dad won’t let you stay here,” The Man Around the Corner said. He sneezed, and Coral handed him a tissue to blow his nose. “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. She tossed her book bag in his home. “How is the new song coming? I’d love to hear it.”
The Man Around the Corner pulled out his guitar and played a flawless rendition of “Sunshine on My Shoulders.” For a moment, Coral felt like all was right in the world. All the sun did shine on her shoulders, as well as the shoulders of The Man Around the Corner.
“What are you studying in school?” he said to Coral, as he paged through her math book. “I learned this stuff years ago.”
“If you learned this stuff years ago, how did you end up in a cardboard box?” Coral asked, puzzled. She stood back up again and started shouting through the bullhorn.
“If The Man Upstairs ever gave you anything, you’d keep it for yourselves,” Coral said through the bullhorn. “You need to think about other people and their lives and feelings. Give to The Man Around the Corner.”
“I’ve met The Man Upstairs, and he does give me wads of cash when I’m hungry,” The Man Around the Corner said. “He is the kindest person.”
“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 persuasiveness, neighbors came out of their homes to contribute to The Man Around the Corner’s dilemma. Spare change and dollar bills piled up in his open guitar case. Coral felt hopeful that he would soon have his own warm apartment.
“Well, we’re making progress,” Coral said, as she counted the money that fell into the instrument case. 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. He handed The Man Around the Corner a brisket sandwich.
“Honey, we can hear you all the way up in the apartment,” Mrs. Graf said. She held a bag of desserts. “We’re worried that someone might call the police with a noise complaint.”
“He can’t live out here in the cardboard box anymore. Is there an open single apartment in our building? Maybe we have enough money between The Man Upstairs and the neighbors’ donations to get a small place for him to live,” Coral said to her parents. “We’ve been getting more donations in the guitar case, but I think he needs a job at our deli.”
“Yes, he can stay with us tonight,” Mr. Graf said, as he looked at his wife with compassion. “It’s too cold outside. Then, in the morning, we will talk to the landlord about finding him his own apartment somehow.”
“Maybe he can help your dad in the deli with the meats,” Mrs. Graf said. “We always need help with the display case. Then, he would have enough money to pay the rent.”
“Good! You can stay with us until The Man Upstairs gives you enough coins to move into your own place, plus you’ll have a job at the deli,” Coral said. She threw her arms around him, as if to remind him—and everyone else—that he mattered. “We’ll have fun! I watch cartoons on Saturday morning and eat desserts,” she explained.
“Thank you so much, Coral,” The Man Around the Corner said. He crawled from his soggy cardboard box. When he stood up, he was taller than Coral first thought. Coral felt like he deserved to be treated like a person with a heart, not a lump on the sidewalk.
“I knew the coins from The Man Upstairs were enough to change even the worst situation,” Coral said, as she walked back to her warm apartment with The Man Around the Corner and her parents in the snow.
She looked at her empty tin can and knew it would soon be full again.
Copyright 2015, 2025 Jennifer Waters
Sequel to "The Man Upstairs: The Story of Coral Graf and Coins from a Tin Can" (1/3/15), "The Man Downstairs: The Story of Coral Graf and Her Missing Coins" (7/13/15), "The Man Next Door: The Story of Coral Graf and the Neighborhood Coins" (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.
Coral lit the first night’s candle for Hanukkah on the Graf family’s menorah. She placed the menorah in the window for everyone in the neighborhood to see. She knew that during the eight nights of Hanukkah, candles were placed from right to left but lit from left to right. She felt happy when she lit the candles and chanted the prayers for the Festival of Lights. It seemed like such a hopeful time where anything good was possible.
“Why doesn’t The Man Across the Street have the Hanukkah candles burning in his window?” Coral Graf asked her dad. She knew he was Jewish and attended the local synagogue. He usually burned the candles every year. He wouldn’t miss a special holiday like Hanukkah. She thought something must be wrong and wondered what it could be.
She sat with her feet propped up on a family bookshelf and ate her third sufganiyot, deep-fried jelly doughnuts from her father’s deli. They were a special treat during the holidays.
“Doesn’t The Man Across the Street celebrate miracles anymore?” Coral said, as she watched him from her Upper East Side New York City apartment.
She played with her hand-painted set of dreidels. Then, she turned to her father and said: “Thanks, I like my Hanukkah gift, Dad.”
Through the family binoculars, she watched her neighbor eat rice and beans without any pastries for dessert. When she wanted to know what was going on in the neighborhood, the binoculars were her second eyes. She knew it wasn’t always nice to spy on people, but sometimes she had to know who needed her help.
“The Man Upstairs would probably want us to help him with the rent,” Mr. Graf said to his nine-year-old daughter. “I feel like he might be behind in paying it. Your coins could be like a special Hanukkah gift. I’m sure he’d appreciate it.”
“Everyone knows the miracle of Hanukkah! The oil burned for eight days. Maybe he needs extra money for candles, too. Tomorrow, I will take him coins from The Man Upstairs so he can light a menorah for the holiday,” Coral said.
“Honey, that’s very thoughtful,” Mrs. Graf said. She gave her daughter a big hug.
Coral grabbed the tin can from beneath the heating vent in the apartment and counted the latest coins dropped by The Man Upstairs. A large number of dollar coins had dropped into the can. She wondered if The Man Upstairs knew that The Man Across the Street needed rent money. Usually, he didn’t drop as many big coins at once.
“If the oil could keep burning at Hanukkah, then there will be a miracle for him, too, so he has enough money to pay the rent,” Coral said.
She poured them into Puddles, her porcelain pink piggy bank, where she kept all the change—pennies to dollar coins—from The Man Upstairs. He had been dropping coins for so long that Coral got used to his generosity.
“Just make sure to watch out for the landlord,” Coral’s mom said. “He smokes a nasty cigar, and it will make you sneeze.”
Of course, The Man Upstairs knew that Coral had promised to give her coins away to help others. Coral thought he was a private man and didn’t feel comfortable letting other people know that he had a lot of money. So, he must have decided that she was the best person to share his wealth. In the morning, Coral went by her dad’s deli and bought a box of double chocolate glazed doughnut holes. She took Puddles and her tin can with coins with her under her arm.
She grabbed a couple extra breakfast treats from the glass display in the front of the deli and shoved them in her pockets. Then, she walked over to the apartment building of The Man Across the Street and rang his buzzer. Instead of talking through the speaker, he opened the window and called to Coral: “Come on up, kid!”
He buzzed her through the door, and she walked up the stairs to his 10th floor apartment with Puddles and her tin can full of coins. When she got to the door, she knocked while she finished eating 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. “Happy Hanukkah!”
“Where are your parents, kid?” he asked, peeking past her. “Haven’t been to your dad’s deli in a while.”
“Even if it’s Hanukkah, they’re still at work. I’m off from school,” Coral said. She handed him the box of doughnut holes. “I wanted to give you my coins from The Man Upstairs so that you could buy candles to burn. Where’s your menorah?”
“Thanks, kid,” he said. He got a little teary-eyed. Then, he took his menorah from a box in the closet and set it on the table. “What I really need is the rent!”
“There are still seven nights left of Hanukkah,” Coral said to The Man Across the Street. “I’m sure there’s going to be a miracle.”
“I haven’t had money to pay rent for months,” he said to her with a sigh. “The landlord is furious at me, and I’m afraid that he’s going to evict me.”
“Well, I definitely have enough money in my tin can for candles. And you have a menorah . . . Maybe if we burn the menorah in the window, the landlord will see the miracle of the light, and the rent will get paid,” Coral said, as she schemed 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 while he smoked his cigar.
“Gross!” Coral said. She sneezed and wheezed. “It’s sure smoke up my nose . . .”
When Coral and the landlord met face to face, she wished that she had enough money for the current and back rent between Puddles and her tin can. The only thing she could think to do was threaten him with the idea of Hanukkah miracles.
“We’re going to the Dollar Store and buying candles with the coins from The Man Upstairs to celebrate Hanukkah,” she explained. “Miracles happen every year around this time!”
“Good for you. Don’t you live across the street? Go back over there!” he said as he lit another cigar. He blew the smoke in Coral’s face, and she coughed.
“You should only ever light candles, not cigars,” Coral said.
“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. She held her nose in protest.
“Let’s go, kid,” The Man Across the Street said. He nudged Coral down the steps. “Don’t say another word.”
When Coral and The Man Across the Street got to the Dollar Store, Coral bought a box of blue Hanukkah candles. The duo walked back to the apartment building and hustled to avoid the landlord. The coins in Puddles and her tin can clinked and clanked as she walked up the stairs.
“Happy Hanukkah,” The Man Across the Street said, as he set up his menorah in the window. “Tonight, I will light the candles and expect miracles. Thanks, kid.”
“I’m leaving the rest of my coins for you,” Coral said. She dumped them next to the menorah. “I don’t know how much you owe the landlord, but this is a good beginning. There are a lot of dollar coins in there. I’m hoping for a miracle that all your rent will be paid.”
The Man Across the Street hugged Coral, and she thought he seemed relieved.
After dinner that night, Mr. Graf chanted 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 sang in Hebrew, while Coral watched The Man Across the Street light his own Hanukkah candles.
“So touching!” Mr. Graf said. He waved to The Man Across the Street and grinned.
“How lovely,” Mrs. Graf said, as she smiled at their neighbor in his window. “Our deli is doing exceptionally well. Do you think we should help him out with the rent?”
“I think he might need several months of rent, Dad,” Coral said. “I gave him all my coins. It was everything that I had.”
Just as Coral finished speaking, a flood of dollar coins poured from the heating vent into her tin can—more than she’d ever seen at once. She wondered if the change would be enough to pay the entire rent bill.
“It’s a miracle!” she said. Her heart welled-up in her throat.
“Tomorrow morning, we will go over to speak to The Man Across the Street,” Mr. Graf said to Coral. “We will see if there are enough dollar coins from The Man Upstairs to pay his rent bill, and if not, we will see what we can do to help him out.”
“The rent is getting paid!” Coral said. With that, she watched more coins 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 coins from The Man Upstairs keep overflowing.”
Copyright 2015, 2025 Jennifer Waters
Sequel to "The Man Upstairs: The Story of Coral Graf and Coins from a Tin Can" (1/3/15), "The Man Downstairs: The Story of Coral Graf and Her Missing Coins" (7/13/15), and "The Man Next Door: The Story of Coral Graf and the Neighborhood Coins" (8/5/15).
Dedicated to my grandmother, Augusta Renner Graf Waters.
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 superhero!
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 superhero 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 superhero 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 superhero!” the whole school cheered.
Her strength and courage were 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