Dec 13

The Christmas Bird


The air grew crisper, the nights longer and the whisper of leaves falling on the roof began to awaken each Christmas tree bird from their yearlong slumber. They wiggled with joy, crinkling the crepe paper walls of their divided cubicles in the ornament box. Soon, the Christmas bird ornaments would be lifted from their crinkly crepe paper beds where they had slept in the attic since last Christmas.

As the special day grew nearer, the thrill of the season crept through their springy wire clips, their porcelain gold and silver bodies and their fluffy feather tails.

The youngest Christmas bird lay in the middle cubicle under Gold Bird, wrapped snugly in soft white tissue paper. “Christmas is coming!” He shook with excitement. Soon, he would be high on the tree with his Christmas bird friends and the round ones, who weren’t nearly as beautiful as his Christmas bird friends with their feather tails and pinchy clips.

He closed his little red eyes and dreamed of Christmas Eve. From the top of the Christmas tree, his family would gather by the fireplace. He could almost hear the music and smell the cookies.
“I’ve been thinking that I am the most beautiful Christmas bird,” he whispered to Gold Bird, who lay wrapped in tissue above him.

Gold Bird’s tail feathers quivered. “Really? What makes you think so? Blue glass bird is made of hand blown glass and has a lovely feather tail. Antique bird is missing his tail feathers, but he’s so fragile, you can see through his porcelain body. Most of us are much more beautiful than you.” He shook as he scolded the young bird.

“I don’t care. The Christmas tree wouldn’t be as beautiful if I wasn’t right near the top.” The little bird twitched all over.

Gold Bird huffed. “It would serve you right if you were left behind this year. You don’t know anything about the true meaning of Christmas. You don’t deserve to hang on the Christmas tree.”

The Christmas bird trembled. That he might not celebrate the season scared him a bit, but not quite enough. His voice trembled. “I didn’t mean to be conceited. It’s not that I think you aren’t very handsome, but my tail feathers are longer and softer and fluffier than yours, and… my… paint is much shinier−”

“Tut tut,” Gold Bird said. “I won’t listen to hear another word.”
For several days, the young bird lay in his cocoon of crinkly paper, haunted by Gold Bird’s words. “You conceited fellow, it would serve you right …” and he would shudder. Unthinkable! Not to be on the Christmas tree? Not to be part of Christmas Eve? He couldn’t bear the thought.

The days grew shorter and the nights longer. Snow blanketed the roof. The wind whistled through the trees, their bare branches just visible through the tiny attic window. The long days of November edged into December.

One morning, the Christmas birds awoke to footsteps clunking up the attic steps. The Christmas bird held his breath, not daring to wiggle. “It’s time! Soon we’ll be on the Christmas tree!”

One by one, his friends were lifted from the cubicles beside him. He heard them squeal as they were hung on the tree. Beneath his tissue coverings, he faintly heard the music. He could hear the children chattering; he could even smell the cookies.

“It’s nearly my turn,” he whispered. But, there was no answer.
Gold Bird’s fluffy tail no longer tickled his nose. He waited. The box was tossed into the corner; empty except for the littlest Christmas bird, hidden under the tissue in the middle cubicle.
His comfortable box now a prison, his beautiful body and fluffy tail lay beneath the crinkly tissue paper. A tiny plastic tear formed in his little red eye. Gold Bird was right. I’ve been conceited and proud, and now I’ve been left behind.

He lay alone in the corner through the entire month of December. The faint sounds of Christmas filtered through his tissue paper. The Christmas season was nearly over and he had missed everything.

On Christmas Eve, the Christmas tree bird imagined the tree with his Christmas bird friends hanging with the others, the ones he had scorned. They may not be as beautiful as I, but they are on the tree, and I’ve been left behind.

He heard the little girl’s voice. “They wrapped Him in swaddling clothes and lay Him in a manger.”

I’m wrapped in swaddling clothes, like baby Jesus. He imagined the tiny baby wrapped sung and warm, lying in the straw, surrounded by the cows. He imagined the shepherds bringing their sheep down from the hills to worship the babe. He thought of the Wise Men who brought gifts to welcome His birth.

He heard the daddy tell how Jesus came to earth as a tiny baby and if we loved and trusted Him, He promised to come again and take us to heaven and we would not be left behind. The Christmas bird blinked back a tear. I know what it’s like to be left behind. How terrible to be left behind from Heaven.

Then, the tissue paper lifted. “Look, Mommy! Here’s another Christmas birdie, all alone in the box. Oh, he looks like he has a tear in his eye! Can I hang him on the Christmas tree?”

The Christmas bird was whooshed up to the top of the tree where his hook fastened to a branch next to Gold Bird. Looking down from his lofty perch, he saw the family gathered around the tree. There was such love in the room! He even smelled the Christmas cookies! At last, he was exactly where he needed to be.

Gold Bird gave him a stern but loving glance. “Did you learn anything, my little friend?”

As he swung from side to side on the pine branch, the light from the fire reflected in the gold tear in the little bird’s eye. “I understand,” he whispered to Gold Bird. “Christmas is not about who is more beautiful or cookies or even the gifts people give to one another. The true meaning of Christmas is God’s gift to the world, the birth of Jesus Christ. When we accept God’s Gift of love, one day He will come back for his children and we will never be left behind.”

Gold bird swung around on his hook. “Welcome to Christmas, Christmas bird!”

12 Responses for "The Christmas Bird"

  1. Virginia Loer says:

    I loved it, very touching!

  2. What a beautiful story. Magic and the true meaning of Christmas! I wrote a somewhat magical Christmas story for my Blog, too. It's in the air.

    • Elaine Faber says:

      Thanks Joyce. I'll check out your blog if you send the link.

    • Elly says:

      I thought I was the only that had emotional attachment to cars and felt like I was abandoning them when I left them behind for a newer one. I still look for me old cars and wonder if the7r#821y;&e okay and happy. Do think there’s a support group for us somewhere?

  3. Susan Sage says:

    That was truly beautiful, Elaine, Gave me cold chills!

    • Elaine Faber says:

      I like to put human attributes and thoughts and feelings into inanimate objects (and critters) around me. That's where my 'cat mysteries' come from, as the cats think and feel as humans. This little story tells the Christmas tale from a completely different POV, huh? "Tell your truth a different way." (John Olson). That's what I try to do with all my stories. thanks for reading and commenting. Feel free to share it on your website, or to friends and family.

  4. Sherry Joyce says:

    Beautifully written story which I will share with my family just before our Christmas meal. It is so lovely and is about the tru meaning of Christmas.

    • Elaine Faber says:

      thanks you sherry. happy to have you share with your family. I appreciate your kind remarks. Hope you will subscribe to my blog and receive my little offerings every time. Merry Christmas to you and yours.

  5. Eileen Obser says:

    This is such a wonderful story, Elaine, and I will want to show it to some family and friends. I can just see the birds and feel the tension you created before the lovely ending. The story is so visual and yes, could be a book and/or a film.

    • Elaine Faber says:

      Thanks Eileen. Just point a publisher or a film maker my direction and we'll talk! LOL! Thanks for your kind comments and hope you all have a wonderful Christmas. You may hear from me again before Christmas. An online magazine is supposed to be publishing another of my Christmas stories.. I'll let you know.

  6. Sandra Trezise says:

    I hope you sent this one in. Children would love this. If you did not send to a Christian children's magazine this year, please do next year. It might even qualify as a picture book. I have a book listing all of the magazine titles for children. It's huge. Would be glad to lend it.

  7. Elaine Faber says:

    thanks. It was printed in the Kings River Life magazine, but putting in a chilrens' magazine is something we must talk about next year.

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