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Wednesday, December 21, 2005

Finding The Amusing



Chris has a cap. It is a red cap. It is a gift from his doctor. He likes it very much. We were at Changi Airport yesterday. (Oop! Changi Airport, don't mistaken it to be another place nearby!)

I took a few snaps of him, and he created this picture to amuse you.

I call these photos stages of Life in this Christmastime -

1. You believe in Santa Claus.
2. You don't believe in Santa Claus.
3. You are Santa Claus.
4. You look like Santa Claus.

Which category do you belong in?

Mark Twain said,

"Age is mostly a matter of mind.
If you don't mind, it doesn't matter."

If you don't mind about your age, join me in this folktale.

The Prince's Happy Heart

Once upon a time there was a little Prince in a country far away from here. He was one of the happinest little Princes who ever lived. All day long he laughed and sang and played. His voice was as sweet as music. His footsteps brought joy wherever he went. Everyone thought that this was due to magic. Hung about the Prince's neck on a gold chain was a wonderful heart. It was made of gold and set with precious stones.

The godmother of the little Prince had given the heart to him when he was very small. She had said as she slipped it over his curly head: "To wear this happy heart will keep the Prince happy always. Be careful that he does not lose it."

All the people who took care of the little Prince were very careful to see that the chain of the happy heart was clasped. But one day they found the little Prince in his garden, very sad and sorrowful. His face was wrinked into an ugly frown.

"Look!" he said, and he pointed to his neck. Then they saw what had happened.

The happy heart was gone. No one could find it, and each day the little Prince grew mroe sorrowful. The one day he was gone. He had set off on his own to look for the lost happy heart that he needed so much.

The little Prince searched all day. He looked in the city streets and along the country roads. He looked in the shops and in the doors of the houses where rich people lived. Nowhere could he find the heart that he had lost. At last it was almost night. He was very tired and hungry. He had never before walked so far, or felt so unhappy.

Just as the sun was setting the little Prince came to a tiny house. It was very poor and weather-stained. It stood on the edge of the forest. But a bright light streamed from the window. So he lifted the latch, as a Prince may, and went inside.

There was a mother rocking a baby to sleep. The father was reading a story out loud. The little daughter was setting the table for supper. A boy of the Prince's own age was tending the fire. The mother's dress was old. There were to be only porridge and potatoes for supper. The fire was very small. But all the family were as happy as the little Prince wanted to be. Such smiling faces and light feet the children had. How sweet the mother's voice was!

"Won't you have supper with us?" they begged. They did not seem to notice the Prince's ugly frown.

"Where are your happy hearts?" he asked them.

"We don't know what you mean," the boy and the girl said.

"Why," the Prince said, "to laugh and be as happy as you are, one has to wear a gold chain about one's neck. Where are yours?"

Oh, how the children laughed! "We don't need to wear gold hearts," they said, "We all love each other so much, and we play that this house is a castle and that we have turky and ice-cream for supper. After supper mother will tell us stories. That is all we need to make us happy."

"I will stay with you for supper," said the little Prince.

So he had supper in the tiny house that was a castle. And he played that the porridge and potato were turkey and ice-cream. He helped to wash the dishes, and then they all sat about the fire. They played that the small fire was a great one, and listened to fairy storeis that the mother told. All at once the little Prince begain to smile. His laugh was just as merry as it used to be. His voice was again as sweet as music.

He had a very pleasant time, and then the boy walked part of the way home with him. When they were almost to the palace gate, the Prince said, "It's very strange, but I feel just exactly as if I had found my happy heart."

The boy laughed, "Why, you have," he said. "Only now you are wearing it inside."

Joy of heaven, to earth come down;
Fix in us Thy humble dwellings;
All Thy faithful merces crown!
Jesus, Thou art all compassion,
Pure, unbounded love Thou art;
Visit us with Thy salvation;
Enter every trembling heart.
- Charles Wesley

1 comment(s):

Hi, Yan,

I don't mind the age. That's a nice story.

Thanks, Chris, for the Christmas cheers. You sure have a nice cap with Santa's colour. You are a Santa Claus who brings joy!

Ming

By Anonymous Anonymous, at 8:49 am  

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