What do these next sentences have in common? 1) Henry was a hippo, and I don’t know if you know this, but hippos are HUGE. 2) Tiny, smooth ripples at the edge of a large, starlit lake; slender fingers of tall green grass swayed gently back and forth; miniature minnows made swirls and darted away. 3) Daren was a dreamer. 4) “C’mon Andy,” Danny grumbled to himself, “Where are you?” What’s the common denominator? Each one is an opening line to a bedtime story.
And each bedtime story is a book for kids.
Filled with flights of fancy without much connection to reality. Just like dreams. In fact, I wrote them to sound like dreams. Because kids dream all the time. And that’s because in dreams you can fly, swim underwater without coming up for air, and just about anything you can’t do in real life.
Then, you get to wake up and use your imagination to help make your dreams come true.
Well, kids can do that. I’m not sure many adults hold on to that skill.
Anyway…
This being December 1st, as I write this, I’m sure you’ve got a lot going on. I mean, there’s those 12 days of Christmas to deal with. And it’s getting more difficult, every year, to find maids a-milking or lords a-leaping at a decent price.
But, if you’ve got kids, or you otherwise buy presents for kids, a bedtime story from yours truly wouldn’t be nearly as bad as a box of switches or charcoal. In fact, I’ve been told kids actually like ’em. Wha?! Yeah. I couldn’t say it if it wasn’t true. Well, I could. But then you’d probably find out. Then, where would I be?
So, go get “Henry Hippo’s Heartbeat.” It’s a cute story about a young hippo who can’t hear his heart beat. Or “Sombo and the Starlit Sky.” For kids who love to guess. Or grab a copy of “Dreamtown Dilly Dally,” for the little ones who can identify with even littler ones. And get “The Code” for a kid who’s interested in adventure and how we’re made.
Those are the books that go with the bedtime story opening lines I shared.
But maybe all the kids you know are “too big” for bedtime stories. Then, this is for them…
Bedtime stories aren’t for me.
I’m just too old to sleep.
I’ve got better things to do.
I just don’t need bopeep.
There are planets I’ll go find
After you leave the room.
And I must protect the house
From aliens of doom.
Bedtime stories are for kids
Who only want to sleep…
Silly kids whose eyes will close
Because they counted sheep.
But I’ll be in my rocket ship
And back home before dawn.
So, read to all those other kids.
I need to leave and… “yawn”
Here’s that link to get a bedtime story (or two or three) for somebody special:
(https://www.amazon.com/stores/Tony-Funderburk/author/B008R08LUG/allbooks)
Stay tuned…
