The doll house had been lovingly built. It was made of wood. It had doors that would open and shut. Fancy trim on the shingle roof. Even a bow window and a front porch. But it had fallen on hard times. And as it is in the adult world the house was deemed “not good enough”. The house had been replaced by a larger more spectacular mansion. It was made of plastic, but it had a hot tub and a stair case and a chandelier in the front hall. After all even in the doll world one must keep up appearances.
The contents were thought to be shabby. The wall paper dated. The pictures on the wall old-fashioned. No one wanted a hand-made wooden doll house. The house was stored in the darkest, dreariest, farthermost corner of the garage and forgotten. Over the years it gathered neglect and dreary dust.
The forgotten doll house sat quietly in the dark corner and remembered. It thought of the many dolls who it made it their home. They had tea parties and sleep-overs. Entertainment for visiting doll friends. The house filled with giggles and joyful delight. Happy memories of by gone days. Then one day the house was taken from its dark hiding place and put on a display in a shop that welcomed cast off toys. Time passed. No one was interested in the shabby doll house. The lonely house thought of its broken shutter. The peeling wallpaper. The scratches, dents and missing pieces. “No one will want me. No one will buy me. No one will love me.”
There are those who see hidden beauty in imperfection. Who search for the unusual, the unexpected. Who see potential where others pass by. When she saw the doll house she thought “how absolutely wonderful”. It just needed a little loving care; some carpentry work, lots of snow white paint and a exotic group of inhabitants. It would be the perfect Christmas house.
The roof was repaired. The shutters replaced. Every inch of the house was painted the dazzling white of freshly fallen snow. Tiny diamond bright lights adorned the house, inside and out. The windows were cleaned. And the house even had a chandelier.
The invited guests gathered for a Christmas party. The dolls house was filled with excited guests.
The conversation was brilliant.
The Christmas party continued far into the night.
It was adults who lingered long. Peering into the rooms. Recognizing nostalgic and familiar toys from the past. They were swept up in the magic of this little house. The house gave a sigh of contentment for it was not to be forgotten. Not to be boxed and put away for another Christmas. It would have its place in this new home. To be enjoyed everyday by the very young and the young at heart. The doll house would live happily ever after.
Writer’s Notes: I found the sadly neglected doll house in the Thrift Shop in Ladner Village. It is an amazing experience – this shopping at the Delta Hospital Auxiliary Thrift Shop. Everyone is a volunteer and all moneys raised support the Delta Hospital. I am proud to be a member of this amazing organization.