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Bernadette Martin - Founder
Visibility Branding
Storytelling Evenings


        My Christmas Story……
 

          Whether you celebrate Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa or simply the Winter Solstice, I want to share with you a childhood memory during this season. Growing up in Los Angeles from a family of 10 (I’m #9), we would always have a big family party shortly before Christmas.  Along with my cousins we would put on a Talent Show in hopes that Santa Claus would appear. Sure enough he always arrived bearing gifts and stayed to enjoy the show. Hoping this might happen here in Paris, the December Storytelling Evening was a Talent Show and he DID appear to the delight of all. I would like to share the magic of the evening as it unfolds and is captured in the slide show that you can view by clicking on the image below or  HERE (thanks Rob Sitbon for the photos).

Yours in the magic of Christmas,
                                                         Bernadette
                                                                                                       

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STORYTELLING EVENING & TALENT SHOW WITH SANTA
                           

A favorite poem always recounted on .....The Night Before Christmas

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
,
Gave the lustre
of mid-day to objects below,
When,
what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;

"Now, DASHER! now, DANCER! now, PRANCER and VIXEN!
On, COMET! on CUPID! on, DONNER and BLITZEN!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"

When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,

So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
 
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof
As I drew in my hand and was turning around
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.

His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;

He had a broad face and a little round belly,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,

Shook when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside
of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight,
HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT!

 
 
Bernadette Martin:  Founder - Visibility BrandingStorytelling Evenings
Personal Brand Strategist  * Career Coach  * Speaker  * Author  * Storyteller
E: bmartin@visibilitybranding.com T: 33 (0) 66 33 41 70 01
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