The Holidians

2008-12-29T15:51:00.002-05:00

Shaping it up.........
From this kid like art comes a creative crew, with circles and lines! In this work BRIGHT color lends cues to the characters. A story could BE formed....

2008-09-18T17:35:00.003-04:00

Peter's pumpkin picking,
Eying each and everyone.
Peter's pumpkin picking,
Silly, spooky, spirited,
Peter's precious pumpkin,
Should surly say.
Peter's pumpkin picking,
Comes to a close.
Peter's pumpkin's picked,
Painted, and posed,
Honoring Halloween,
All Howl's Eve. night.

2006-11-16T23:32:00.000-05:00

Roy The Reindeer Elf

2006-11-14T22:36:00.000-05:00

Silly Snowmen poem

2006-11-09T23:08:00.000-05:00

Basketball Snowmen

Justin’s blue eyes focus on the snowman, as he holds a basketball in his hands. He looks at his mom, “Snowman play basketball?”
She smiles, “I never heard of a snowman that likes basketball. It doesn’t mean one doesn’t exist.”
He laughs and points at the snowman, “He winked.”
“You have a very active imagination, Justin. Let’s get you inside where it is warm.” She gets in back of his wheelchair.
Inside, he watches the snowman from the window.
His mom bends down to him, with a book in her hands. “Here’s a story about a snowman who adores basketball."
Justin’s eyes light up, faster than the Christmas tree in their home, as he listens intently.

“A basketball doesn’t easily bounce on snow.
It needs a hard surface to go.
But, inside is too hot for him,
So how can this snowman win?
An outdoor court will do just great.
No need for us to debate,
If the snow is not too high,
On this court, we can rely.
So it is said and done,
With this snowman we had fun.
Snowman can run, jump and play.
Come join him, before he melts away.”

“That’s my snowman,” Justin giggles, as he closes the book. He peers out the window, “He’s singing.”
“Who is he singing with, Sweetheart?”
He closes his eyes, “Some kids. He’s lonely, like me.” He lets out a long sigh, “I want play without wheels.”
“Those wheels make you who you are, just like those oddly shaped raisins make our snowman different than our neighbor’s who has buttons for eyes. Differences make each of us special.”
He nods his head and grins. He opens his arms and gives her a warm hug, “I love you.”
“I love you too, Justin.”
“Do snowmen dream?”
She kisses his forehead, “They can do whatever you want them to do, EXCEPT hurt others. Part of what makes them special is love. Love gives them that extra sparkle.”
“He won’t, Momma.”
Momma sings softly to Justin.

“Kids snicker and shout,
What is this snowman about?
How do you make a magical friend?
What message would he send?"

"They all lack the valuable key
To treat people like you fairly,
If only they’d open up their hearts
That magic may start.”

2006-10-24T01:01:00.000-04:00

Picking the blue crayon from the pile, Justin writes his name on his drawing. Carefully, he places the crayon into the pile, and moves to a standing position. "I've had enough of this," he sighs.
"Don't leave," a voice cries out.
Turning his head in the direction of the sound. He stares confused at the empty table and chairs.
"Down here," the sound calls.
'You're a crayon," Justin rolls his blue eyes. "I'm talking to a crayon. I can't believe this!"
"Crayons can talk," the blue crayon snaps. "You've been wearing me down. Why don't use some other colors?"
"I don't know! I'm in a blue mood," he admits softly.
"I want to help you," the crayon explains.
Sitting in the red chair, Justin sniffles, "I just want to get away."
Blue asks, "To where?"
Justin responds, "I'm not sure."
"Come with me," the crayon pleads pointing to a coloring book."
"I'm not a little kid," Justin laughs.
"Excuse me, but it does not matter. You need fun, and that is good for everyone."
"You have a point." A smile forms on Justin's lips, as the crayon touches the top of its head.
"I meant that figuratively."
"Ok wise one, let's see how you'll handle being in a coloring book!"
He questions, "Is this going to hurt?"
"It may tickle when someone colors you. It will be fun!" the crayon exclaims.
"I don't think I like not having any color," Justin sighs.
"Try it for a little longer," Blue pleads.
Justin gazes around," I know that girl in the red dress," he blushes.
"Does she like to color?"
Justin nods,"With lots of different colors. I like blue only."
"That's silly," Blue giggles.
Justin asks, "Why?"
"Is everything that you like blue?"
Justin ponders the question carefully,"No."
"When you color them do they look pretty in blue?"
"Sometimes," Justin admits sadly.
"Trying adding other colors," Blue sugests.
"I could try," Justin says softly.
"Your friend uses all of her colors. What colors do you hope she uses on you?"
"Yellow for my face and hands, and blue for my jeans, and I have on a red teeshirt."
"That tickles," he laughs streching out his arms. "How come she can't hear me?"
"She is no longer part of your world. You are one-dimentional. There is only one side to you these curved lines."
"I want to color with her, and play games."
"In awhile," Blue explains. "What do you think of all her colors?"
"I like the colors," Justin smiles,as she colors in the details of his shirt.
Justin quickly realizes why the crayon asked him to be colored. Sometimes you need to experience new things. Coloring with a blue crayon each day is boring, and is making him sad.

Returning from the coloring book, he grabs a red and yellow crayon, then green. Signing his name he hands it to the crayon, "Thank you. I am no longer unhappy, with this rainbow of colors."
"You're welcome,"The crayon replies.

2006-10-22T02:03:00.000-04:00

Quackers & Milk

Quackers was a silly little duck that loved his crackers soggy! He liked all sorts of crackers, but his favorite were animal crackers!
Being a duck, Quackers could not reach the milk!
His Mom told him, "Please ask for the milk and crackers. You can't reach that high and may get hurt!"
Quackers was a good duck! Sometimes he made mistakes. One day his mother was away. He stood upon a wobbly chair reaching for the pitcher of milk, as he held his crackers, "splat!"
"Oh, no," he cried looking at the messy floor. "Mom will be mad."
Suddenly he had an idea, "Mom, said always tell the truth! I will tell Grand Daddy. He will know what to do. He is working in the barn!"
Carefully, he walks away from the mess going out to the barnyard where his grandfather was hard at work.
"What can I do for you?"
"I made a mistake and I spilled the crackers and milk."
"Oh," he says rubbing his chin,"I'm proud of you for being honest. I hope that this teaches you a lesson like your Mom had told you. Now you will have to miss your crackers and tasty milk for a day."
"That is okay," Quackers responded,"I am ok, and I did learn a big messy lesson. Will you please help me clean it up?"
"Yes," his grandfather replied placing the shovel aside.

2006-10-22T00:18:00.000-04:00

Holidians

I'm a Holidian! My name is Ginger. Can you guess what holiday I am into?
CHRISTMAS I hope you said! That is the most beautifulest occassion and I have it everyday as a HOLIDIAN.

Christmas is everywhere in this fastinating village of snow and lights. You may need a jacket as you travel past the notheren tip. The North Pole is one of the coldest places I've been. I like the snowmen, but don't have the body to be one.

What is your favorite part of Christmas?

Did you say Santa Claus? He makes frequent visits to the Holidians here and all over where a Holidian may live. He is even friends with the Easter Bunny, which I will tell you more about later.

I want to introduce you to my friends in the village and around other parts of this holiday filled living space.

Red is one of my closest friends. He is a reindeer, and like famous Rodoulph has a very shinny red nose. We don't laugh or call him names like poor Rodoulph. He is well liked and accepted here.
Red loves snowboarding. Yes, reindeers can snowboard and they do fly, but with computers all that comes easier these days.

Down the block from Red live a clan of Snow people. There is a mom and a dad and Jack the young sonow boy. Jack is cool and calm, and though his body is cold his heart isn't affected by the icy tempetatures that surround him.

Turn another cornner and you will see a bunch of woodland creatures up and around the Christmas trees. The trees talk and each has a name and age, and is waiting to be picked by a Holidian for their Christmas festivities, and when the Holidian is done with them they will return the tree to the family of trees for another Holidian to have. We believe in SHARING.

Do you like to SHARE?

SHARING is fun! It is a big rule here to be a Holidian you must SHARE. You can give somebody a toy to borrow and they may give something in return. When we SHARE we take care of their special gift, and return it looking new! I hope you and your friends will join me on all my adventures with the HOLIDIANS.

2006-10-21T21:35:00.000-04:00

Jingle Jangle

Jingle jangle above thy head,
Hooing and humming over thy bed,
Jingle jangle, and a pounce or two,
I’m thinking Santa’s here, how about you?
Be as quiet as can be,
We do not want Santa to hear thee,
Slip the sheets over me,
So silently,
For if Santa saw me peep,
I would never be able to sleep,
Jingle jangles gone away,
Santa must be in his sleigh,
On route till break of day,
Then, jingle jangling all alone,
Hoo, HOO, hoo-ing to his HOME!

2006-10-21T21:20:00.000-04:00

Scardy Scarecrow

Would you beleive that a scarecrow is scared? Here is a story of one such scarecrow named Scardy. He was very afraid of the dark.

One night Scardy met Shadow a black cat. Shadow was a brave handsome cat. He loved night, and seeing his shadow, as he walked through the piles of leaves. The leaves crunched underneath him, as he made his way toward Scardy!

"Hello there," Shadow purred, as he wiggled pass Scardy's feet.
Scardy replied, "Aren't you afraid of the dark?"
Shadow laughed, "Not at all. Are you?"
Scardy shurgs, "How can you not be? You are smaller than me?"
Shadow gazes up at him, "Sometimes you have to be brave."
Slowly the Scardy bends down to the cat's level, "How can I be brave?"
Shadow inches toward Scardy, "You need to think positive! Think good thoughts! Night is fun, because it is hard too see."
"With no light it is oh so scary," sighs Scardy.
"That is negative thinking," admits Shadow. "You could dance in the field with Mrs. Jone's scarecrow, or play a game with the annoying crows. You could do a lot of things. Will you try to not be afraid, if I stay?"
Scardy nods his head, watching Shadow pawing at something in the grass.
Shadow stops, his green eyes glowing, as he softly speaks, "See I caught a mouse in the field," he exclaims!
"What will you do with it?" Scardy asks.
"I will put him back," Shadow says. "I know where to get bigger mice! Will you come with me?"
Scardy pets Shadow, "I don't know. I guess," and so Scardy follows Shadow to a neighboring farm.

The farmhouse is old and creepy, as Shadow lurks closrer to the entrance. "The mice hide in here," exclaims the cat.
"I can't go in there," says Scardy. "It looks frightful!"
"Not at all," explains Shadow. "Inside is a lot nicer. The farmer is recdorating!"
"You are right," Scardy chuckles softly. "I will try not to judge things, without trying them. I will keep my mind open to new ideas, even if they are scary!"
Shadow purrs rubbing against him, "That is good. Let your heart guide you."

copyright 2005-2010 Evans R.

2006-10-21T21:01:00.000-04:00

BLUE

This is Blue, he is a crayon.
Blue has a bit of a problem. He is sad, because nobody wants to color with a blue crayon!
The children will sigh, and say, "Blue is the color of rain, or blue is the color of tears. Blue is sad I want to be a happy color, like yellow, he cries."

Blue has an idea, as he looks through a favorite coloring book. "Blue can be happy," he smiles. "Puddles are blue, and fun too! Blueberries are my color, and tasty! Blue is the color of some Easter Eggs. I will show them the good side of blue.
A little girl in a red dress with big blue eyes picks him up off the floor, "Why did you wind up on the floor?" Blue admits, "They think I am sad, but I am not. I used to be. I am proud to be blue. I am the color of the sky, and your beautiful eyes. I will blend in well in your drawing.
The little girl nods, "Blue is not sad to me. I do not like white."
"Why?" Blue asks.
Softly she explains, "White is a hospital color. Hospitals scare me."
Blue replies, "White could be scary like ghosts and hospitals, that's true, but it can be sweet too like sugar, or frosting on a birthday!"
She chuckles, "You are right Blue. Colors can be what we want sad or happy."
The other children decide blue is not so bad all the time, and blue lives happily in the crayon box with all his colorful friends.