Smorgasbord Blog Magazine at Christmas – Festive Short Stories – The Tinsel Story by Victoria Zigler

Reblogged from Smorgasbord, a seasonal story from Tori Zigler, whose dog, Lilie, was Ani’s Advent guest today:

Stories have always played a part in Christmas celebrations and over the next few weeks I would like to share your festive tales… and you can find details of how to participate at the end of the post.

Delighted to share a story by Victoria Zigler today, from the book Ulrike’s Christmas and you can find details of how to buy this book and Victoria’s many other children’s books after her story.

The Tinsel Story by Victoria Zigler

Many years ago, in a tiny but neat little cottage at the edge of a small village, there lived a very poor family. They had so little food that there were times when they went to bed with empty bellies, and the clothes on their backs had seen better days. But they were a kind family, who were always willing to share what little they did have if they felt someone else’s need was greater than their own, and if they had something to share, of course.

Because they were so poor, each member of the family, right down to the very youngest child, had to work hard every single day. Those that were old enough would do what they could each and every day to try and scrape together enough money to pay the bills and put food on the table. But it was never quite enough, and the only reason they even had the luxury of a fire was because the little village where they lived was surrounded by woods, and the youngest children, who were too small to have a trade, would help by gathering sticks and things to burn, and sometimes to sell to people who were too busy – or possibly too lazy – to gather their own firewood.

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Shimmer ~ Willow Willers #writephoto

For visually challenged writers, the image shows the dark silhouette of an island in a shimmering lake, surrounded by shadowy hills. The sun is breaking out from behind the clouds in rayed splendour

Rachel stands on the shore of the lake looking across to The Island and Ewan’s castle. It dark and cold, so cold, she shivers. She is lost, her lover gone, her baby gone, her enemies almost upon her, she shivers. Then suddenly the first silver rays of dawn reach through the clouds and shimmer on the lake.

Shimmer
Silver hope spreads out like fingers
Rippling the waters of life.
The fear of the dark still lingers
Clouding our minds and causing strife

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Santa Claus is dead? ~ Pamela at Butterfly Sand #shortstory

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‘Santa Claus is dead.’

When Sebastian Phillips finished writing that phrase on his bulletin board he turned around to see what the reaction had been on his students. He was not disappointed. Because this was a first-year philosophy course he expected them to be a little green when it came to abstract ideas. After all they were just kids. Truth be told, Professor N. Sebastian Phillips wasn’t all that much older than his students.

When he looked around the room Sebastian saw surprise, humour and perhaps disbelief, it was also very quiet. Here he was, a college professor talking about a white haired, fat man in a red suit as if he were real. Well real and dead.

“When you signed up for this course I am quite sure you were not expecting to talk about a symbol for a religious holiday that has come to mean the excesses of commercialism that are rampant in our society.”

Sebastian looked out at his students. They seemed relieved, this was more like it.

“Santa Claus does exist.”

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Ani’s Advent 2019! Brothers, Lilie and Tori Zigler

Dear Santa,

I’ve been thinking. Did I ever tell you that, when the two-legses first came to see me and my family, they wanted to take my brother home with them?

Not as well as, you understand… instead of.

Granted, they hadn’t met me yet… but, because she’d grown up with Red Setters, she really wanted a red dog, and my brothers were all red sort of colours. So, when they came, it was one of them they really wanted.

So they all sat on the grass in the garden with us and played with us for a while. One of my brothers really liked her and would have happily gone home with her, but she does have some sense for a two-legs, and let us do the choosing.

I knew she was mine, straight away. We always know. There is always one human we are supposed to be with, ’cause we have just exactly what they need. And I could see in her eyes that she needed me in her life, so I waddled over and sat on her… it works every time.

So her head was saying she wanted a red dog, but her heart was saying otherwise. It was only later I found out about my predecessor, Echo, her ‘laughing girl’…who looked a lot like me and who had chosen her by waddling over and sitting on her.

She missed Echo a lot.

Now, I knew I couldn’t take the place of the Dog That Went Before… but I could fill the hole in her heart. I just had to show her that it was the right thing to do. I sat on her some more… and she listened to what her heart was saying. And eventually, we came home together, me and the two-legs.

That’s a long time ago now and we are growing old, still pups together… and I think that’s sort of beautiful myself.

Maybe that’s why you matter so much, Santa. Not for the presents and stuff… but because, sometimes, you can fill the holes in peoples hearts and bring a little joy.

I’d like to think we have that in common, you and us dogs.

Anyway… my friend Lilie has a brother too… and she would like to talk to you about that.

Much love, Ani xxx


Dear Santa Paws,

I didn’t get to see you again last year, though I loved the toys and treats you left for me, so thanks for those.  Like I always tell everyone, I really love friends and visitors, so why won’t you wake me up to say, “Hello,” when you come bring our toys and treats? I’d really love to meet you.  I’ll do my best happy wiggle dance and everything.

Anyway, I’ve been a very good girl again.  But I don’t need to tell you that.  Mummy says you know if I’ve been good or not, so you’ll know how good I’ve been.  I mean, sure, I’ve gotten pretty cranky with my little brother sometimes.  But really, Santa Paws, you would if he was jumping on your head, chewing on your ear, and stealing your toys and treats too.  Just saying!

So, since I’ve been such a good little Westie girl, I’m sure you won’t mind bringing me some more toys and treats, right? So I want some more balls.  Yes, I know I have lots of balls already, but you can never have too many balls.  Also, I love those cuddly toys with squeakers in them, so a new one – or two – of those would be great.  Oh, and I’d love if you could bring me some treats too, since they’re another thing you can never have too much of in my opinion.  I especially love rawhide chewies… Just so you know.

You should probably bring some stuff for my little brother, Logan, too.  That way maybe he won’t steal my stuff all the time.  I know he keeps being a bad puppy, but he’ll only take my stuff if you don’t bring him something of his own.  Besides, he does try not to be a bad puppy… Mostly… Even if he’s not very good at managing it.  But trying does count.  Mummy says so.

Lots of licks,

Lilie


Kelly, Kero and VictoriaAbout Lili’s To-Legs, Victoria Zigler

Victoria Zigler is a blind poet and children’s author who was born and raised in the Black Mountains of Wales, UK, and is now living on the South-East coast of England, UK. Victoria – or Tori, if you prefer – has been writing since she knew how, has a very vivid imagination, and spends a lot of time in fictional worlds; some created by her, others created by other authors. When she remembers to spend some time in the real world, it’s mostly to spend time with her hubby and pets, though sometimes to indulge in other interests that capture her attention from time to time. To date she has published 8 poetry books and more than 40 children’s books, with more planned for the near future. She’s also contributed a story to the sci-fi and fantasy anthology Wyrd Worlds II.


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Just a few of the many books by Victoria Zigler

Book 1 – Kero Goes Walkies

If there’s one thing Kero loves more than going for a walk, then it has to be going for a walk that takes him to more than one place. Today his walk will take him both to the park and to the beach. What will he find there? Who will he see? And what will a little dog like him think of it all?


Book 2 – Kero Celebrates His Birthday

It’s Kero’s birthday, and his humans are doing everything they can to make it a special day for him. What will Kero think of all the fuss and attention? And what exactly makes a birthday special for a dog anyway?

Book 3 – Kero Gets Sick

Kero isn’t feeling well at all, and that means only one thing: a trip to his least favourite place in the world… The vet! What will the vet do to make Kero feel better? And will Kero think it was worth the trip to the vet in the end?


Book 4 – Kero Celebrates Halloween

Something strange is going on, and Kero doesn’t know if he’s more confused or frightened. All he knows for sure is that the humans are calling it Halloween. Will Kero be able to make sense of this Halloween thing? Or is it just too scary and confusing for a little dog to understand?


Book 5 – Kero Goes To Town

Kero’s very excited to find he’s going to town with his humans. He’s sure there must be loads of great things to do there, after all the humans go there all the time. But what kinds of things can a little dog do in town? And will it be as much fun as he thinks it will?


Book 6 – Kero Celebrates Christmas

Christmas is here, and with it comes snow and Santa Paws – whoever he is. What will Kero think of the snow? Will he be able to make sense of all the holiday activity? And will he be able to stay up long enough to catch this mysterious Santa Paws?


Book 7 – Kero Crosses The Rainbow Bridge

Kero is sicker than he’s ever been before, and has been for a while now. It looks like it’s time for another trip to the vet. But this time Kero’s human won’t be bringing him home; it’s time for Kero to cross the rainbow bridge! What does this mean? And what will Kero find on the other side of the rainbow bridge?

This is the final book in the “Kero’s World” series, and tells the story of the saddest and very last chapter in the life of a beloved dog, as he goes to the place where all of us must go eventually.

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Shimmer ~ Goff James #writephoto

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Keys of Heaven (1): Cod and Lobster ~ Steve Tanham

Above: approaching Staithes’ wonderful Cod and Lobster pub

Bright against the icy darkness, the Christmas lights of the Cod and Lobster pub greet the quiet sound of only two sets of winter boots, where, until a few hours ago, there were many…

It’s quite a walk down from the car park above the beautiful fishing village of Staithes – pronounced ‘Steas’ – just north of Whitby along the coast of Yorkshire’s beautiful North Yorks National Park. We all ended up here the day before after our cliff walk along part of the Cleveland Way. It is a wonderful sanctuary in the darkness.

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Shimmer ~ Honore Dupuis #writephoto

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“So, this is it, that small island?”

His mind was wandering, as he started looking for the boat.

“Don’t worry, he will turn up, he never misses an appointment.”

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Fire From Heaven

nick north days 075There was supposed to be a meteor shower. The moon would not be bright enough to drown the display of cascading stars with its light and the skies over the village are but gently lit. The light pollution here is perhaps as minimal as you will find close to the homes of a densely populated land.

It seems odd speaking of light of any kind as a pollutant. This, however, is not a natural phenomenon, but the fabricated, sulphurous pall that hangs over our habitations. It is a paltry imitation of the light of the heavens that, by a strange irony, prevents us seeing the sky. The delicacy of the stars is drowned by the glow of the city. The greater the volume of our invention, the less we see the source of our inspiration.

I stand at the back door, staring into the night, pondering. The dog patrols the garden, checking for the intrusion of stray cats and nocturnal mammals. Her focus is on the ground, protecting the perimeter she has designated as her own. Yesterday a fat fox ran across my path; the woods and fields around the house are teeming with wildlife. Beyond the fence shadows flit through the darkness… yet Ani ignores them. Her attention is fixed on that which she calls her own.

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Cyningsmere ~ Jane Dougherty #writephoto

An extract from the first draft of a WIP. For Sue Vincent’s #writephoto. Sue obviously knows this world well.

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It was evening when the little river narrowed as it approached its source, its course rapid, leaping exuberantly between rocks, singing to itself between the climbing valley sides. They were climbing too, hills cloaked in the slender trunks of birch and rowan. Halli hurried. It was as though she sensed the sunset and was afraid she might miss it. Trees ran along the ridge of the valley, but the forest had thinned and the trees were low and twisted.

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Adventurers #midnighthaiku

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Breaking barriers

Intrepid adventurer

Reaching untold heights

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