Today I'm going to tell you a tale of two bears.
When Mr. Dragon and I first moved to Galveston Island,
we discovered their holiday festival called
For 38 years, Dickens has been centered on
The Strand National Historic District.
Parades, strolling carolers, roving street entertainment --
all dressed in Victorian garb.
That first year, we made a trip to San Diego
for a professional meeting for Mr. Dragon.
On the waterfront, we found Mr. Dickens Bear.
He was perfect!
His top hat, velvet vest ... with his heart for all to see.
I sighed over him and we made the trip home without him.
Or so I thought.
But on Christmas Day, Mr. Dragon surprised me with
Mr. Dickens Bear.
This year, Mr. Dragon is no longer with me.
My first Christmas without the love of my life.
I decorated the house, inside and out.
I put up two trees and today,
two days after Christmas,
I came home with the Court Jester Bear.
I love his
old loved look.
It just seemed right.
Two friends who can tell each other stories
and can bring a smile to my face.
There are other Christmas bears who have their own stories.
Several more bears who dress in Victorian garb,
but their stories are for another time.
I have done well this Christmas.
I miss Mr. Dragon, but I know he would want me to
*suck it up and get on with it*.
No tears were shed ... until THE grandson ... on
the other side of the country said:
"Merry Christmas Nana Snap.
Santa came to visit and this time he got it right!"
Wishing YOU well and JOY filled holidays!