Hello my darlings,
Oh, how I’ve missed you all this past week! Things here at the North Pole have been busier than usual, and it seems like the Christmas season is already upon us, even though we still have weeks to go. The shop has been bustling, and I’ve had my hands full at home, too. But there’s been another reason for my absence. MY dear friend Mrs. Faulkner had a little accident. She fell off a step ladder while trying to hang garland in her lovely home and twisted her ankle quite badly. As soon as I heard the news, I knew I had to lend a helping hand.
So, this past week, I’ve been spending my days at Mrs. Faulkner’s, helping her with cooking and cleaning while she rests and heals. Oh my darlings—though I went there to serve her, I feel like I’m the one who has been blessed. Isn’t that the way it works sometimes? You set out to give, and somehow, you’re the one who ends up receiving so much more. Which of course has brought me to write this post and title it “Mrs. Claus’s Blog Post: A Week of Blessings and Reflection on Santa’s Poetry”.
A Week at Mrs. Faulkner’s
Mrs. Faulkner’s home is one of those places that just feels like a warm hug when you walk in. Her cottage is lovely, with an open layout that makes it feel even more welcoming. Her kitchen is spacious, and there’s a large 8-foot doorway that opens into her living and dining area. So, while I was bustling about in the kitchen, she sat in a comfy chair, positioned between the two rooms with her ankle propped up on a well-loved ottoman, and we spent our time talking, laughing, and reminiscing.
What a grand time we had together! We shared stories from the past, some so old they felt like they belonged to another era altogether, which of course they did, and others as recent as yesterday. Mrs. Faulkner is one of those friends who always makes you feel like you’ve known each other forever. The conversation flows so naturally, and before you know it, hours have passed. We even sang a few Christmas songs—yes, even this early in the year! There’s something about Christmas music that just brings joy, no matter the season. And when we weren’t talking or singing, we were reading.
Reading is where this story really takes an interesting turn. One afternoon, while Mrs. Faulkner rested, I pulled out my favorite copy of A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens to read out loud softly to her. Now, I’ve read this classic many times over the years, but this time was different. As I thumbed through the pages, I found something tucked inside that I had forgotten about. It was a poem called “A Reflection of Love,” written by none other than Santa himself.
The Hidden Treasure
I will share something about Santa that you may not know. He’s a wonderful writer! He has a gift with words, and over the years, he’s written the most beautiful letters and poems. I tucked this particular poem into the book ages ago, and finding it again felt like uncovering a little treasure. It reminded me just how special his words are—simple yet profound and from deep within his heart, much like the man himself.
I shared the poem with Mrs. Faulkner, and it brought tears to her eyes. It’s such a tender reminder of the love that entered our world on that first Christmas night. I thought I’d share it with you too, my dear readers, because it speaks to the heart of what this season is truly about.
A Reflection of Love
O humble King of Heaven’s light,
Who left the throne on Christmas night,
To wear the robe of flesh and bone,
And call the wandering heart Your own.
You came not with a crown of gold,
But with a love so deep and bold,
To save us from the weight of sin,
And give us life, new hope within.
O Jesus, Child of Bethlehem,
You hold my heart within Your hands,
And as I kneel before Your throne,
I give You thanks, for love You’ve shown.
Isn’t it beautiful? It reminds me that Christmas isn’t about the tinsel, the glitter, or even the presents. It’s about love—the kind of love that was born in a manger long ago. It’s about a love so deep, so wide, that it reaches into every corner of our hearts and lives if we make room for it.
A Humbling Experience
Spending time with Mrs. Faulkner this week was a humbling experience in so many ways. She was so grateful for the help, and her sincere thanks really touched my heart. You know, sometimes we go into a situation thinking we’re the ones giving, but in reality, it’s the person we’re helping who blesses us. Mrs. Faulkner’s gratitude was a gift to me, a reminder that the greatest blessings often come from the simplest moments.
While I was there to cook and clean, we shared so much more. We laughed over old stories, we sang songs of praise, and we spent quiet moments together, enjoying the warmth of friendship. It was one of those weeks that reminded me why I love this season so much—not just the Christmas season, but the season of life. It’s in these moments of connection, of serving one another, that we find the true spirit of love and joy.
Reflections on Gratitude
As I sit here now, reflecting on the week that’s passed, I’m reminded of the importance of gratitude. Gratitude has a way of changing our perspective, of turning what we have into enough. Mrs. Faulkner, even with her twisted ankle, never once complained. Instead, she was thankful for the help, thankful for the companionship and thankful for the time we shared. That’s something we can all learn from, my darlings.
Gratitude, like love, is something that grows the more you give it away. The more you focus on what you have to be thankful for, the more you see how truly blessed you are. And that’s something I plan to carry with me as we move into the busy months ahead.
Looking Ahead
As we head into the final months of the year, I encourage you to take a moment to reflect on the blessings in your life. What are you grateful for? Who are the people that make your life richer? Take a moment to let them know, whether through words, a kind gesture, or even just a quiet prayer of thanks.
I know things will only get busier here at the North Pole, but I promise I’ll be back to blogging more regularly. And who knows, maybe Santa will let me share a few more of his poems with you. He’s quite the writer, after all.
Until next time, my darlings, take care of yourselves, hold your loved ones close, and remember that the heart of Christmas is found in the love we give.
With love and blessings,
Mrs. Claus
PS Don’t you love this painting of Santa writing letters? It reminded me of him writing his poetry…just fills my heart!