Rumors Fly
A Gift For My Readers • Nowhere (There’s A Tree For Us) • The Journey West
Merry Christmas
A Gift For My Readers
Since this Monday Morning Mark falls on Christmas Day, I decided to publish a special Christmas issue. And in the tradition of Christmas, I have gotten you all a gift.
Using the links below, you can download The Problem With Phiddleberries. A collection of ten stories from the mysterious and magical Island of Phiddle, told by Phineas Phiddlephaddle, who grew up on the island as a boy.
Some of these stories have already been published on my Substack, but not all of them. It is my hope that as you read them, you might be filled with child-like wonder, even for just a little while.
Mark
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Rumors Fly
Nestori had heard the warnings his whole life.
“All who enter get hopelessly lost and never return.”
But he had also heard the rumors.
“There are humans on the other side who will teach you to fly.”
Ever since he was a calf, Nestori envied birds. He wanted to soar through the sky like his feathered friends. If there was any chance of the rumors being true, he must risk it. He must make his way to the North Pole.
So, after mustering all his courage, Nestori took one last look at his home and stepped into The Blurry Forest.
Song Parody
Nowhere (There’s A Tree For Us)
A song parody of Somewhere (West Side Story) by Leonard Bernstein
Two years ago, my wife and middle daughter wanted to go see the remake of West Side Story. They asked me if I wanted to go. I am not a huge fan of the 1960s version, but I liked the songs. And I like popcorn. So I said, sure.
On the way home, somehow, the conversation turned to Christmas trees, and I started singing, “There’s a tree for us. Somewhere, a tree for us.” My daughter laughed. So, I figured I might as well finish the song parody. Here it is.
Play the video at the end of the parody, and sing along!
When you can’t find that perfect Christmas tree…
There’s a tree for us
Somewhere, a tree for us
Propped up high in the open air
Waits for us
Nowhere
There’s a tree for us
Someday at home with us
Then together we’ll place it there
Christmas fern, looking fair
Someday, I swear
We’ll find a new way of trimming
Forget that it’s only Thanksgiving
Despair
There’s a tree for us
A true showcase for us
Hold my hand ’cause we’re halfway there
A tree stand, and I’ll put it there
Somehow
Someday
Somewhere
Sung by 90-year-old Rita Moreno.
A Christmas Story
The Journey West
I was walking out of Persepolis, pleased with the new rug I had purchased. It was hanging over my shoulder and was very heavy. It would be a long, tiring walk back home. I saw a caravan passing by. Hoping I might be able to use one of their camels to carry my rug, I called out to them.
“Where are you going?” I asked.
“We are following a star,” one of them replied.
Since caravans navigate the desert using the stars, I thought nothing of it.
“It appears you are going west. Might I purchase space on one of your camels for my rug?”
“All are welcome on our journey,” he replied
“How much will it cost me?” I inquired.
“That I do not know. You may join us for free, but I cannot say how much it may cost you if you continue. Perhaps everything.”
“I do not understand.”
“The ancient texts spoke of a King who will rule over all Kings and love and care for his people. There are signs in the night sky that lead us to believe he has finally arrived. We are traveling to pay homage. Certainly, such a King is worth serving, but what that will require from each person, I do not know. Still, you are welcome to join us in seeking him.”
As we walked, I thought about his words and finally replied, “I would like to know such a King. I will follow.”
I sold the rug in the next town. It would only be a burden on this trip, and the money would be better spent on food and supplies. It was a wise decision. Our journey took longer than I could have imagined and was not without hardships. As the months passed, I began to question my choice, but it was too late to turn back. I committed myself to the journey regardless of the outcome.
As we left a city named Jericho, we began a grueling uphill climb that circled around a craggy hill spotted with olive trees. Suddenly, we could see the city — Jerusalem — across a valley. It was beautiful. Rising above the city was an enormous structure on a hill. I would later learn that it was called the Temple Mount.
Finally, we arrived in Jerusalem. I had never seen such a city. It was surrounded by thick walls. We passed through a gate and were met with a noisy, smelly spiderweb of streets running uphill and down, packed with many old limestone buildings, yellow and brown from the sun.
There was a market street with every kind of wares and craftsmen. It was a place for ordinary people like me, but the upper part of the city was a place of wealth. It contained countless marble buildings, all laid out in a grid—many of amazing size. There was an amphitheater, monuments, palaces, citadels, and more.
Then, towering over it all arose the Temple Mount. Larger than most towns, its high walls towered above us. And rising above its wall was the temple building itself. All white with gold embellishment. They told us it is called Herod’s Temple, and it holds the Ark Of The Covenant, a chest that contained two stone tablets on which the God of the Israelites wrote ten commandments.
After time spent in amazement of the city, we asked the locals about this new King of Kings. News of our inquiry somehow reached King Herod, and he commanded an audience with us. I would be untruthful if I said I wasn’t terrified at the thought of meeting a King who could build all this and rule over it. But we did. I said nothing and let the Magi speak.
King Herod showed great interest in our search. He said, “I have consulted with my chief priests and scribes. They informed me that 700 years ago, the prophet Micah wrote that the Messiah would be born in Bethlehem of Judea. Go and search diligently for the young child, and when you have found him, bring me word, that I may come and worship him also.”
There was a great discussion that night following our meeting with King Herod. Why hadn’t the religious leaders sought out the new King themselves? Didn’t they believe the prophecy? Were they protecting the child? The Magi all agreed that most Kings are jealous of their rule and that Herod’s intentions toward a new King might not be as he stated.
We arose early and began our walk to Bethlehem. It was only a few hours journey. Bethlehem is nothing like Jerusalem, it is a small town of mainly farmers and shepherds. The houses are mostly stone buildings with two levels. The animals live in the lower level, and the people live in the upper rooms above them. It hardly seemed a fitting birthplace for a King. But we were determined to find out.
As we neared the city, I greeted the first man I saw walking down the road—an innkeeper—and I told him of our quest.
He said, “There was a bright star over Bethlehem for a time. It was well over a year ago. Perhaps two even. We all wondered about it, but it went away soon after it came. There were some crazy stories the shepherds told about angels visiting them and a baby King, but I think it was probably just too much wine. We get a lot of visitors on their way to Jerusalem, but I doubt you will find a King living here. If you need rooms, come see me.”
We needed to find these shepherds, so we headed out into the fields looking for sheep. It wasn’t long before we found some, along with a young shepherd boy. We told him we were seeking the new ruler of the Jews.
The boy said, “King Herod is the ruler of the Jews. And Caesar Augustus rules over him from Rome. I know of no new ruler.”
“You are a smart boy,” one of the Magi replied. “But we have followed the star of a new ruler who will shepherd the people of Israel.”
“Then you want to talk to old Addai. He saw the angels and the child,” the boy stated plainly.
“Where can we find him?” I asked excitedly.
“The hills on the other side of town.”
We headed through town and stopped at the innkeeper’s for food. I wanted to press on, but the Magi insisted we stop and eat.
“He’s got sheep to tend. He isn’t going anywhere,” they said. “We are not as young as you and need rest and refreshment.”
So they ate and rested, and I squirmed. Finally, after confirming the boy’s directions with the innkeeper, we ventured out into the fields. After a long search, we found Addai and his flock near an olive tree.
The Magi began with introductions and stating the purpose of our search. Then they offered the shepherd some food and drink. We all sat near the olive tree and watched the shepherd eat. I ate also. I was suddenly starving. The Magi asked him about the star.
“It was a night I’ll never forget. I tell you truly. Like yesterday, in my mind. Four of us were on this very hill with our flock, watching for jackals. Suddenly a man appeared. Light shone all around him like it was daytime. I am not ashamed to say I was scared. We all were, and we shook with fear. But he said:
‘Fear not, for behold, I bring you good news of great joy that will be for all the people. For unto you is born this day in the city of David, a Savior, who is Christ the Lord. And this will be a sign for you: you will find a baby wrapped in swaddling clothes and lying in a manger.’
Addai took a bite of food and continued. “Then, just as suddenly, we were surrounded by countless people shining and praising God. They were all saying — or singing — it is hard to explain:
‘Glory to God in the highest, and on Earth peace among those with whom He is pleased!’
“Then, they were gone. I said to the others, ‘We’ve just seen angels.’ So we put the sheep in a cave, and three of us ran to town to find this baby. It wasn’t hard. There was a star shining light down on the town, and there was a light in the lower rooms of one house. Inside with the animals was a man and woman, and a baby who was lying in a manger. So we told them about the angels and what they had said. Everyone there was amazed. I ran back so our brother, who we left with the sheep, could come see this newborn Savior also.”
After a pause, the Magi asked the shepherd if the child was still in town and how they could find him. The shepherd suddenly gasped and then smiled. Then he burst out laughing.
“I guess you can just follow the star,” he said and pointed up at the sky. And there above the town was the star again.
We followed the star back to town and to the house that the star was shining down on. We knocked on the door of the house. A young woman came to the door and smiled. We told her of our quest and our journey. She asked us to come in, and there he was. A small boy playing on the floor. He looked up at us. And suddenly we realized that we had found him. We all fell on our knees and began to worship him. This was surely the one the prophets and the heavens referred to. Then the Magi, opening their treasures, offered him gifts of gold, frankincense, and myrrh. My heart was full.
That night, we returned to the inn, and I slept as I had never slept before. I felt like I had found something lost, something I didn’t even know was missing. But I felt complete and at peace.
We returned to visit the child and his family for several more days. And we learned the remarkable story of Mary and Joseph’s marriage. Of how Mary had become pregnant without knowing a man. How an angel had spoken to Joseph in a dream. How they had come to Bethlehem and of the child’s birth. Although they seemed like ordinary people, there was something very different about the boy Jesus.
Then, one morning, I woke and found the Magi talking intently. They seemed almost in a panic.
“Has something happened to the boy?” I asked.
“No, he is fine for now. But we all had the same dream. No, it was more than a dream. It was a vision. We were warned that King Herod wants to kill the child and not to return to Herod.”
Shaken, we decided to return home by another route. Herod must not learn what we had found. So we began to prepare for our long journey home. I asked one of the Magi, “Will the child be safe here?”
“After all I have seen, I am assured that the God of the Israelites will keep this one safe from Herod,” he replied.
The day we left, a shepherd boy caught up to us and told us that Joseph had also had a vision, and that the family was fleeing to Egypt. I was relieved.
I simply wanted to buy a rug and bring it home. Instead, my life changed. My heart has changed, also. I do not know how any of this is possible. The God of Israel must be a God of the impossible. I do not know if the boy Jesus will someday be a King of Kings. But I believe it as much as I believe there are stars in the sky. For I have seen his star.
And now we begin our long journey home.
[This is a fictitious account of a fictitious character’s journey set during the events of Jesus’ birth and childhood. The biblical account of Jesus’ birth, and the Magi’s journey, can be found in Luke chapter 2 and Matthew chapter 2 in the New Testament of the Bible.]
Merry Christmas. Thanks for reading and responding. You make it fun.
Mark
Thank you for your gifts. Merry Christmas.
Thank you Mark. 🕊️