The Christmas Bear And everyone said to the big Christmas Bear with his wrinkly face and his floppy brown hair “Bear, why do you shout at the plants and the trees and yell through the wind as it carries the freeze?” The Christmas Bear frowned at his friends in the grove and ruffled his nose to the owl and the toad “What do you mean?” He said “What do you say?” “Why do you ask this in your curious way?” The two little friends blinked and blunked and thinked and thunked and scrinkled and scrunked and both replied “Bear, why do you shout at the plants and the trees and yell through the wind as it carries the freeze? Why do you bellow as the ice melts away and do your bear dance as the night fades to day?” He scratched his fat head and tickled his nose and began, “I suppose… I suppose… I suppose… It is — you see — to wake them all up to wake up the trees and the plants and the bugs to bring them all back now the winter is sung and the leaves are beginning to become all unsprung.” The toad and the owl tilted heads to the side and tried, how they tried to open up their minds “But, why do YOU shout at the plants and the trees and why do YOU yell through the wind as it carries the freeze? Why do YOU bellow as the ice melts away and do YOUR bear dance as the night fades to day?” The Christmas Bear shrugged with his flappy old hands hoping his words would help them both understand “Someone’s got to, haven’t they? Might as well be me!” Thom Boulton, 2021
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