Something for the kiddies

imageedit_2_5233311545The Land of Neverending Want

© Sandra R. Campbell

         In the Land of Neverending Want is a place where the happy children play. A place where the grass is always green and the sky is always blue. A place where no one ever has to wear their shoes.

         In this happy-children place the sun is always shining. You never hear these happy children whining. Games are played for hours, and even the losers are never sour.

        But there is a dark place in the land. A place for the sad kids who don’t just want but demand. In this place the children scream for all manner of things they claim to need. These sad children’s want have turned to greed.

        In this sad-kid place the sun is blocked by heaping mounds of stuff tossed aside as junk. All that stuff has been declared “never good enough!”

        One hot summer day, Merry May goes in search of some shade. She finds what she seeks at the base of a huge mountain peak.

        From the other side of the peak come thunderous grumbles that set her curiosity in motion, and she climbs through the rocks and trees to find the source of the commotion.

        When she reaches the top and looks down. She is surprised at what she has found. Hundreds of mad girls and boys surrounded by piles of unwanted toys.

        Tricky Rick is the first to notice the intruder, Merry May, and he couldn’t be any ruder. “Girl, go away! You are not welcome to stay!”

        “Why are you all so mad? There’s no reason to be sad. I know a great place to play. Come it’s over this way.” Merry May smiles and gives these sad kids a friendly wave.

        “We have everything here. There is nothing out there, nothing but air. There are no computers, no scooters, no remote control cars or plastic spaceships from Mars. There are no bouncing balls or pretty dolls.” Tricky Rick makes sure he is heard by shouting every word.

        “I do not want to fight, but you are not right. You all seem so sappy. Why not take a chance to be happy. There are lakes to swim in and games to win, trees to climb, and words to sing in rhyme. The place of which I speak is truly sublime. Leave all this stuff behind. You see, it’s better when you just use your mind.”       

        Merry May’s song did not sound wrong. While Tricky Rick huffed about, full of obvious doubt, the others were believing and already leaving.

        “Trust in your imagination. Your imagination can be your salvation.” Merry May held out her hand in a gesture both simple and grand.

        Merry May started a game that no one called lame. Tricky Rick grabbed a stick. He was catching on quick.

        By the end of the day, they all came to say, “Fun is enough! We never needed all that stuff. Thank you, Merry May, for showing us the way.”





© Sandra R. Campbell

      Little Buddy Blue loves to play and has lots of toys, but he wants even more because they give him great joy. Little Buddy Blue pleads for a new toy every time his momma leaves for the store, and he begs for presents when his papa goes on business trips.

Christmas is Little Buddy Blue’s favorite holiday because of all the toys Santa brings, second only to his birthday, when all the brightly wrapped gifts are JUST FOR HIM!

The trouble, you see, is that Little Buddy Blue has so many toys he has no place to put any more. His toy box is overflowing, his closets are crammed full, and the dust bunnies had to move away because he even has mounds of toys under his bed.

dust-bunnies-2     Finally, when there is not an inch of space left in his room and toys burst out the door and spill down the stairs. His momma says, “Enough is enough. Little Buddy Blue, it’s time to get rid of some of your stuff.”

Little Buddy Blue can’t bear the thought of parting with any toy. He loves his toys and his toys love him. Each holds a special memory of fun and gives him feelings of joy.

He hopes, if he explains, that his momma will understand. “My toys are my friends and they will be sad without me. Look, this one is already crying.”

“Your toy is not crying. You left it outside in the rain and water is trapped inside.”

“What about this one? It’s falling apart over having to leave.”

“That one you left downstairs on the couch and it broke when your papa sat down.”

“Well, what about this one, Momma? All the pieces are trying to hide.”

“The pieces are gone, that is true, but they’re not hiding in hopes of staying in your room. You forgot to shut your door and Daisy Dog got in,” his momma says with a frown.

“Oh, Daisy ate them?”

When his momma nods, Little Buddy Blue suddenly understands. He loves getting gifts and playing with toys, but he has so many he can’t take care of them all.

Little Buddy Blue and his momma spend hours placing all his excess toys in boxes and bags. By the time they’re finished, his toy box and closets close easily, and there is plenty of space under his bed for the dust bunnies to return.

But as the boxes and bags are being hauled away, Little Buddy Blue begins to cry. “Momma, I didn’t take good care of my toys and now I’m throwing them away. My toys are so mad at me.”

Little Buddy Blue’s momma answers with a smile, “Your toys love you because now you are taking care of them, donating them to loving children who have none. That shows your toys how much you care.”

Little Buddy Blue smiles too. And now he would like to ask, “If your toys could talk, what would they say about YOU?”


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