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Rosebud Cottage is a sweet gift shoppe designed around a fictional personality of "Rosebud", she loves home, family and her idea of true love. Flowers, birds, bunnies, dishes, new and vintage can be found in the shop's inventory with a touch of "whimsy" for good measure. Located at 28A East Main Street, Franklin, NC. 828.369.2429, RosebudCottageNC.com Read Rosebud's stories here on our Blog.

Monday, December 21, 2009

Rosebud Snippet - "The Christmas Box" as written by Martha Holbrook


The big front porch filled with laughter, hugs, and handshakes as family and friends gathered. Papa and Mama greeted everyone. The Christmas Eve gathering was Rosebud’s favorite family tradition. Mama and Papa started the Christmas Eve gathering when they were first married. Sitting on the table beside the front door was a wooden Christmas box. Papa had made it for Mama as a Christmas gift. Throughout the years Papa had carved a beautiful nativity and Mama had painted it. The nativity was stored safely all year in the special Christmas box. The clock in the hall chimed six times, everyone quieted down, they knew it was time for Mama to open the Christmas box, she handed a different piece of the nativity to someone from each family. Mama handed Rosebud the nativity angel, Rosebud had always felt that the Christ child shared this special angel with her. Papa and Mama led everyone down the steps and out into the garden, the snow glistened from the light of the full moon. Henry held Rosebud’s hand as they walked through the crisp night air. To light the way, Papa had placed glass jars with candles along the path. They made their way to the clearing and Papa hung the lantern above the crèche he had built. Papa read from Luke, his rich voice told the story of the first Christmas and as he read, each piece of the nativity was set into place. Being out in the night, with the stars and the moon above, the Christmas story became even more real to everyone. They could understand how the shepherds felt, feel the presence of the angels, and imagine the sheer grandeur of the moment.
Little Anna had been appointed to ring the Christmas bell. As the soft chime of the bell faded into the quiet night Mama led everyone in singing Away in a Manger, the caroling continued as they walked back along the path. Laughter and voices filled the night air as they anticipated the warmth of the fire, hot chocolate, and cookies. Henry put his arm around Rosebud and she thought how warm and safe she felt near him. Both walked along without saying a word, each in their own thoughts. Thoughts, that someday, together, they could continue the family tradition and begin some of their own. They simply looked at each other and smiled, for now, keeping their thoughts secret.

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