BECAUSE OF LOVE; A special and true Christmas Story.

I am yielding my usual “blog post” in part, to allow you to read a true story. Because I am now one of the “Old Ones” this touched my heart in a special way as my children, loving and well meaning as they are, do not always understand the choices we make. They do not always know of our aches pains, and sorrows because as parents we try to protect them. Not from the necessary things of course, but from the things that sometimes we have to do to get by . This story speaks to that dilemma often faced by parents as their children grow older, more successful, and indeed, even more distant. A lesson many grown children (after all that is what adults really are) should learn from.


“this is a true story”

Written by Willy Eagle

A brother and sister  made their usual hurried, obligatory pre- Christmas visit to the little farm where dwelt their elderly parents with their small herd of horses. The farm was where they had grown up and it had been named Lone Pine Farm because of the huge pine, which topped the hill behind the farmhouse. Through the years the tree had become a talisman to the old man and his wife, and a landmark in the countryside. The young siblings had fond memories of their childhood here, but the city hustle and bustle added more excitement to their lives, and called them away to a different life.

The old folks no longer showed the horses, for the years had taken their toll, and getting out to the barn on those frosty mornings was getting harder, but it gave them a reason to get up in the mornings and a reason to live. They sold a few foals each year, and the horses were their reason for joy in the morning and contentment at day’s end.

Angry, as they prepared to leave, the young couple confronted the old folks “Why do you not at least dispose of The Old One.” She is no longer of use to you. It’s been years since you’ve had foals from her. You should cut corners and save so you can have more for yourselves. How can this old worn out horse bring you anything but expense and work? Why do you keep her anyway?”

The old man looked down at his worn boots, holes in the toes, scuffed at the barn floor and replied, ” Yes, I could use a pair of new boots.”

His arm slid defensively about the Old One’s neck as he drew her near. With gentle caressing he rubbed her softly behind her ears. He replied quietly, “We keep her because of love. Nothing else, just love.”

Baffled and impatient, the young folks wished the old man and his wife a Merry Christmas and headed back toward the city as darkness stole through the valley.

The old couple shook their heads in sorrow that it had not been a happy visit. A tear fell upon their cheeks. How is it that these young folks do not understand the peace of the love that filled their hearts?

So it was, that because of the unhappy leave-taking, no one noticed the smell of the insulation smoldering on the frayed wires in the old barn. None saw the first spark fall. None but the “Old One”.

In a matter of minutes, the whole barn was ablaze and the hungry flames were licking at the loft full of hay. With a cry of horror and despair, the old man shouted to his wife to call for help as he raced to the barn to save their beloved horses. But the flames were roaring now, and the blazing heat drove him back. He sank sobbing to the ground, helpless before the fire’s fury. His wife back from calling for help cradled him in her arms, clinging to each other, they wept at their loss.

By the time the fire department arrived, only smoking, glowing ruins were left, and the old man and his wife, exhausted from their grief, huddled together in front of the barn. They were speechless and stunned as they rose from the cold snow covered ground. They nodded thanks to the firemen as there was nothing anyone could do now. The old man turned to his wife, resting her white head upon his shoulder as his shaking old hands clumsily dried her tears with a frayed red bandanna Brokenly he whispered, “We have lost much, but God has spared our home on this eve of Christmas. Let us gather strength and climb the hill to the old pine where we have sought comfort in times of despair. We will look down upon our home and give thanks to God that it has been spared and pray for our beloved most precious gifts that have been taken from us.

And so, he took her by the hand and slowly helped her up the snowy hill as he brushed aside his own tears with the back of his old, withered hand.

The journey up the hill was hard for their old bodies in the steep snow. As they stepped over the little knoll at the crest of the hill, they paused to rest, looking up to the top of the hill, the old couple gasped and fell to their knees in amazement at the incredible beauty before them.

Seemingly, every glorious, brilliant star in the heavens was caught up in the glittering, snow-frosted branches of their beloved pine, and it was aglow with heavenly candles. And poised on its top- most bough, a crystal crescent moon glistened like spun glass Never had a mere mortal created a Christmas tree such as this. They were breathless as the old man held his wife tighter in his arms.

Suddenly, the old man gave a cry of wonder and incredible joy. Amazed and mystified, he took his wife by the hand and pulled her forward. There, beneath the tree, in resplendent glory, a mist hovering over and glowing in the darkness was their Christmas gift. Shadows glistening in the night light.

Bedded down around the “Old One” close to the trunk of the tree, was the entire herd, safe.

At the first hint of smoke, she had pushed the door ajar with her muzzle and had led the horses through it. Slowly and with great dignity, never looking back, she had led them up the hill, stepping cautiously through the snow. The foals were frightened and dashed about. The skittish yearlings looked back at the crackling, hungry flames, and tucked their tails under them as they licked their lips and hopped like rabbits. The mares that were in foal with a new years crop of babies, pressed uneasily against the “Old One” as she moved calmly up the hill to safety beneath the pine. And now she lay among them and gazed at the faces of the old man and his wife.

Those she loved she had not disappointed. Her body was brittle with years, tired from the climb, but the golden eyes were filled with devotion as she offered her gift —LOVE. Because of love. Only Because of love.

Tears flowed as the old couple shouted their praise and joy… And again the peace of love filled their hearts.

This is a true story.
Willy Eagle.

Please take a closer look at the evolution of this author in pictures. We all grow old if we live long enough. I am now an “Old One” and not always easily understood. After 3 strokes you can be sure there are times my children shake their heads in concert as they see their father and I stubbornly “do it our way” and assert ourselves and our independence.

Like the old couple in the story, we stubbornly refuse to cut certain corners as we celebrate the joy and devotion our two rescued greyhounds give us. We receive that wonderful unconditional love a pet gives.  Our two, Big Buddy and Baby Doll certainly give more than we ever anticipated. We have no doubt that they may never have occasion to do such an outwardly brave act as the “Old One” in the story, but I can assure you they daily save us emotionally and unconditionally.

My Christmas message to you is this; Remember the “Old Ones” in your life, Honor them with respect and dignity. There is not a more welcome gift that you can share than this. You may not know their true needs, pain, sorrows, but that will not matter if you show them love and compassion. Believe in them now, as they believed in you as a child and as an extension of themselves. They are, after all, the only parents you will ever truly have. Respect, love, in-person visitation, and one to one contact frequently are small things to ask when they spent a lifetime loving and caring about you.

Merry Christmas to all, and to all a ……………………………………well you know the rest!



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About joycegodwingrubbs2

Some call me retired: I am RE-FIRED. I have written 15 books, plus 3 were written as a "ghost writer". I no longer offer them as printed books having them only available as Kindle Ebooks since my retirement as a novelist. Twelve books are on Kindle eBooks: collectively they are known as The Greyhound Lady Walking suspense series.They are real cases fictionalized into suspense stories to protect identities..( no victim/survivor names were compromised, and workers and locations were protected.) I also co-authored a non-fiction book: Footsteps Out of Darkness: The Annabelle Kindig Story . It is available on Amazon under the name of Annabelle Kindig. I have traveled, written from the heart, and found an audience that appreciates my "platform". The catalyst to writing the novels was the realization that if I died, I would take all my amazing experiences in these real cases with me; and believe me few have lived 5 lives in one. It would "silence the voices" of the victim/survivors whose triumphs are written into these novels. The suspense series was written in part with the collaboration of police woman and sex crime expert Trula Ann Godwin. In addition to the novels, I have written as a ghost writer for a World War II veteran who fought in the South Pacific aboard the USS Maryland in all the major battles. I have also written a non-fiction book recording oral history stories of my family members beginning with the 1930's to present. There are sixty-six "legacy" stories with pictures. It was recently published as a private printing for family and close associates only. I am a published photo journalist having won the 2009 Editor's Choice Award for internet freelance news articles and pictures of the Cedar Rapid's Iowa flood victim accounts and their personal struggles.. My husband and I are in our 52nd year together (only one blip on the marital radar together), and we have adopted three greyhounds; Dex, Big Buddy and Baby Doll. These were the inspirations in the Greyhound Lady Walking suspense series We have eleven grandchildren, 7 grandsons and 4 granddaughters. My three children live in Iowa, Wisconsin and Ohio.
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9 Responses to BECAUSE OF LOVE; A special and true Christmas Story.

  1. Dottie Melko says:

    This so touched my heart too when I first read it. Read it again & same result. What a story & so fitting for our tumultuous times!!


    • This was one of those stories that I knew would have special meaning to certain people, but now know it has such universal appeal. Bless the man who wrote the original story.
      He is a blessing to so many.

  2. sherioz says:

    Thank-you for this wonderful story. Being Jewish, I don’t consider this a Christmas story, but a universal story that is touching at any time of the year and for every remote and near corner of our troubled world.

    • Sheri, I am so glad you felt this way. Most of the things I write I always hope have a universal thread. As a “sidebar” I recently got my DNA done and my ethnicity results show many, many generations back my family evolved from Jewish roots. See, our common bond continues. Thank you for sharing that and I am hopeful that it will touch so many. After all, originally it was written by an Native Indian.

  3. I do not believe in coincidences so believe we were brought together for a reason(s_. It will be fun to find out where it leads.

  4. Danita says:

    Beautiful story.

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