"It’s been said, one persons junk is another persons treasure.  When the contents of a life get dumped out on the lawn, it takes a woman with deep pockets to reach in and find a story where others may walk past.  Enter Josefina, the Christmas Cow."

~ Michelle Bloom, singer/songwriter

"An original story, sure to tug on the heartstrings and leave one with a warm glow and a smile...and how unusual these days!  And the illustrator captures the story perfectly....the pictures have a warmth about them, and a hominess."

~ David Tamulevich, The Roots Agency

"It is always a gift to the world to share stories of hope."

~ David Wilcox, singer/songwriter

"...I completely related to the concept of breathing life into our precious treasures...It's about the love, the innocence, the magic and the memories...not the object. Thank you for reminding me about this."

~ Alice Peacock, singer-songwriter

 

Josefina, the Christmas Cow is an imagined tale, but was inspired by an experience the author had just before Christmas, a few years ago. On her way home from a meeting, she drove past a house that had been up for sale in her neighborhood for quite sometime. A red brick bungalow, it was set back from the road, on a hill, with a dirt driveway leading to it. In disrepair, but still nice, it had finally sold. It was a small house, but in this community, small doesn’t cut it anymore.

There was an enormous pile of trash heaped on the front yard of this little house. It was a junkster’s paradise. She pulled over in front of the house and began a quick search of the pile. She found a couple of neat old coffeepots, an old turquoise flowerpot and a small china cow.

She went home with her treasures and called a couple of junk-loving friends to alert them to paradise around the corner. She decided to go back, too. On this second visit, the sheer volume of stuff littering lawn and curb suddenly struck her with an unsettling force. It appeared as if someone had come into the home and literally trashed everything. Not only were there shoes, clothes, coats, and hats, but books, kitchen utensils, craft items, bathroom accessories, food stuffs, and furniture. Absolutely anything that might have filled the rooms of that little house was now out on the front lawn, spilling out of garbage bags.

Overwhelmed by seeing a life’s worth of possessions abandoned like that, she took away only one item—a small, ceramic Siamese cat she had spotted in the broken mess. She drove by the house over the next few days, observing people rummaging around. Then one morning, after a cold night’s winter rain, all that was left was trash. The little house was torn down, replaced by a new and bigger one. The coffeepots the author took from this lonely place now sit high atop a cabinet in her dining room. The turquoise flowerpot holds a white poinsettia each Christmas. The cow and the cat? They sit in her living room, reminding her of seeing a person’s life strewn across a wet, winter lawn.

To honor that life, she wrote this story. We hope you like it. Perhaps reading it will help you to remember and honor something important in your life that was lost, and then found again.

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