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'Twas A Briland Christmas ... and many holiday returns!
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Posted by:Dec 2nd 2004, 04:16:26 pm
Fig Tree News TeamBook: 'Twas the Night Before Christmas… in the Bahamas'
Author Donates Book Proceeds to the Salvation Army

Five year old Joanna knew not to expect her anticipated gifts to come via Rudolph the Reindeer as she was situated in tropical Nassau, Bahamas. She dared to dream however, that she would wake on Christmas morning to discover a doll with hair that she could comb and clothes with which to dress her. Her mother had tried to keep the spirit of Christmas, even making little decorations for the tree. But what was missing - conspicuous by absence, were the gifts under the tree. Establishing a missionary work among the impoverished natives had cost them heavily; even to the point that there were insufficient finances to buy food for a Christmas dinner - much less gifts. What would take place just hours before Christmas was nothing short of a miracle.

Twas the Night before Christmas… in the Bahamas is a touching true story about her mother by Cincinnati author Dr. Brenda Wehrman. All proceeds of this book are going to support the Salvation Army´s Christmas drive. Copies of the book will available at kettle sites. Donors who give a gift $10 or more will receive a free* book.

Upon reading the manuscript, the author´s mother wept tears of remembrance, “The events are still as vivid today as they were in 1941.’ Just as a war was waging back then, Dr. Wehrman is conscious that this Christmas season will be bittersweet for many who have family members serving in our armed forces overseas, far from home. Her hope is that this story will bolster sagging spirits and again, infuse fresh hope in the power of miracles. “If you´ve ever wanted to be a silent observer of the impact your gift will make on a needy recipient at Christmas, this book will shed light on what transpires behind closed doors.’

Author Brenda Wehrman can be contacted for media appearances or to speak about the book at promotional events at (513) 474-3488. Twas the Night Before Christmas… in the Bahamas can also be obtained at her website with on-line proceeds also going to the Salvation Army.

Source : Culture and Community News
Posted by:Dec 1st 2004, 11:45:48 pm
Fig Tree News Team'Twas a Briland Christmas and all down the beach,
Pink sand stretched as far as it could reach.
The flippers were hung on the balcony with care,
In the hopes that Santa would soon drift there.

The locals were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of guava duff danced in their heads.
Bahama Mama in her pareo and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long tropical nap.

When out in the night there rose such a clatter,
I sprang from my hammock to see what was the matter.
Away to the screen door I flew like a flash,
Tore open the curtains and let out a gasp.

The moon on the water, how it did glow,
Giving a luster of midday to the palm trees below.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sailboat ever so near.

With a little old captain so lively and quick,
I thought for a moment, "Could it be St. Nick?"
More rapid than the waves, the dolphins they came
And he whistled and shouted and called them by name.

"Now Flipper, now Moby, now Sebastian and Willy,
On Flounder, on Orca, on Jaws and Charlie --
From the edge of the reef to our port of call,
Now swim away, swim away, swim away all!"

And then in a twinkling I heard on the beach,
The chirping and chattering and splashing of each.
As I redrew the curtains and was turning around,
Through the front door St. Nicholas came with a bound.

Dressed in his trunks with a Kalik in his hand,
His feet were all covered with snow-like pink sand.
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a tourist just opening his pack.

His eyes - how they twinkle, his dimples how merry,
His cheeks were sunburned, his nose like a cherry.
His droll little mouth cracked a big smile,
The goatee on his chin, showed he could be kinda wild.

The snorkel he held tight in his teeth,
The mask it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a red face and a sunburned belly,
That shook when he laughed like a bowl full of jelly.

With trunks and a daiquiri, a strange old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself.
A flash of the peace sign and a nod 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 flippers, then turned with a jerk.
Now laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, out the door he goes.

He sprang to his yacht, to his team gave a call,
And away they swam past Man Island and all.
But I heard him exclaim as he traveled out of sight,
"Christmas in Briland … that's doin' it right!"

With heartfelt thanks to the authors of the original version [that the Briland Modem Team has since personalized to suit the Harbour Island and Eleuthera region] written by Nick Campbell, Debby Midwood and Texas Bob at e-mail

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