28/12/2024
“The North Star”
The little cat knew that Christmas was a difficult time for many. She should know, for she’d sat in the same window spot over many winters and studied the ever-growing lines etched on strangers' worn faces. Behind the smiles and sparkles, the glamour and chatter lay heavy hearts. Worries, poor health, lack of pennies or an empty chair at the Christmas dinner table was often a conversation she overhead; enough to make anyone feel weary. Amidst the crowd of noise and celebration, it was apparent to her that the voice of loneliness spoke the loudest and the true meaning of Christmas was quickly fading. Then she saw something glint in her eye and it warmed her heart.
Ah! Yes! The Star! A sign in the sky; an ancient, celestial miracle that once left shepherds wondering and wise men wandering to a place of peace, hope and joy. An answer to the troubles back then, and for the world today. If only on a crisp, clear night one would take the time to search for the star too and remember. Their hearts might follow also and find the rest they desire, and much more besides.
As the little cat watched a solitary figure slowly trudge through the snow, she placed a paw on the frosted pane and whispered,
“Look up. Look up! Can’t you see? The answer is already here.”
Original Art & Short Story (c) ~ Lizzie Jayne, 2024.
Art by Lizzie Jayne ❤️ ゚
