As she took in her surroundings,
the Lost Child scrutinised
the tenebrosity stretching before her,
and began to ponder on the noticeable
that seemed to permeate the place.
Paradoxically, the Christmas tree,
though beautifully filled
with fairy-lights and baubles,
was somehow also filled
A sort of twilight gloom had
descended over the
whole Christmas scene.
Concluding that her beloved bunny
would not able to help her unravel this
‘Christmas-time pervading darkness mystery’,
the lost child sought explanation
from other folk.
There seemed to be not a creature stirring,
as she came upon a mouse sleeping soundly.
No amount of tapping on the glass could wake the rodent,
so the Lost Child continued to search to find
someone less exhausted.
She saw a forlorn looking girl who was pitifully sad,
a glass lantern.
As the glass was thick,
and appeared sound proof,
the Lost Child was unable to speak to her.
She felt sorry for the despondent girl
who was hard of hearing
…and would have liked to have cheered her up,
wipe away her tears…
but the glass was too thick
and the door was locked shut.
High above, there hung a birdcage,
where the Lost Child discovered another two maidens.
They appeared trapped
seemed downcast and a little bit wretched.
The cage was too high to reach them,
so she continued on her quest
to find someone who might be able to enlighten her
with regard to the gloomy darkness all around.
She came across a frog,
looking very dapper in top hat and tails.
He answered her query with a croak and would not say
The Lost Child moved on,
to discover strange little circus tents
and masks of all shapes.
So many fun items,
yet there was only melancholy and no jolly.
This really was a very strange Christmas Eve…
just what did it all mean?
A tall thin lady wearing a black dress
carried a tiny nutcracker.
The Lost Child noticed that this person
seemed a bit lugubrious
in spite of her diamond earrings, peculiar gown
...and her accompanying leering little nutcracker.
Her mournful looking friend sat beside her
on the hearth,
and she carried a golden Christmas bauble and
wore diamonds on her outfit…
yet her face was lacking any gaiety.
More bewildered now than ever,
the Lost Child sought to find a cheerful face
and friendly ear to help her
celebrate the festive season.
When she came upon two fine ladies
about to partake in High Tea,
the Lost Child thought for sure this time,
she would find
some light-hearted cheerfulness.
wasn’t a cup of tea supposed to always
make everything alright??
there did not appear to be much jollification
with this particular tea party.
The Lost Child had hoped to be given
a soothing cup of tea,
but on second thought,
decided to just leave the ladies to themselves.
As she continued on with her quest,
in the pursuit of enlightenment...
it struck her that the persistent gloom
had somehow dissipated.
Things no longer looked so shadowy and bleak.
She found herself surrounded by a lightened radiance.
“What had caused this change of atmosphere”, she wondered.
As the lost child gazed around,
she spied some royal crowns… was this a clue?
A glowing snowman made of ice smiled at her,
and she was drawn to him.
But he gave no hint as to why he was so happy.
Not far from the snowman,
sat mirthful Bianco,
a fool or jester.
He cryptically responded to
the Lost Child’s query by saying,
“God’s holy wisdom is foolish to man.”
So now the Lost Child became confused and
ever more curious.
She sat and rested
with some reindeer for a short while,
trying to make sense of everything she had seen.
A tiny voice caught her attention,
and she scrambled up to talk with the reindeer girl.
This girl was kind and softly spoken,
and told the Lost Child to seek out the Angel
for help with her confusion and curiousness.
The angel said to the Lost Child,
"Do not be afraid, for see, I bring you good news of great joy which will be to all the people.”
The Lost child then saw another Angel
reading and softly singing,
so she crept closer to hear what was being spoken.
“For there is born to you, this day,
in the city of David,
a Saviour, who is Messiah, the Lord.
This is the sign to you:
you will find a baby
wrapped in strips of cloth,
in a feeding trough."
The Lost Child was amazed and enthralled upon hearing this.
She decided to stay and listen some more.
Now there was no darkness only light,
and she was so glad that there was a place for her
in His Kingdom, with the Royal One.
The old Christmas story
is very dear to us here at Lilliput Loft.
We wish you all a very Merry Christmas
filled with hope and joy.
Blessings to you all.
Vicki and Jillian.
(if you want to view enlarged photos, just click on them)
As with our previous Christmas posts, there are links attached to most of the art dolls which will enable you to find the clever doll artists who created these amazing dolls. Just click on the highlighted words.
If you do want to see our previous Christmas posts click on these years for 2015, 2014, 2013, 2012, 2011
also 2010 was separated into five posts,
so you can find each room by clicking each room as follows: