Let it Snow!

Hi. I'm Charles the Bear Cub. You know me. I live on Sparkle Road with my buddy, James. He's really old. He was the second Canadian to get off Noah's Ark, you know.

Oh. Wait! Chance lives with us, too. He's a newborn cubby someone left in a basket on our doorstep. He's a wee little thing. He doesn't even have teeth or a tail, yet. He takes off his diaper and climbs way up high on things. Then he can't get down. I  say, "My son! Come down from there this instant! Then he makes little squawky noises 'cuz he's scared. I have to get him down. look after Chance. He really is a handful!

Know what? It's snowing today. I l-o-v-e snow. It's fun to play in the snow. Snow is our friend. We put on our toques and I put on my Cat-in-the-Hat sox. Chance and me make great big snow mountains. Then we slide down to the bottom.

When Chance gets tired, I carry him to the top. I say, "Chance! Wanna ride piggy back? I say that even though we're bears, not pigs. Chance makes a little squeaky noise. That means he's happy. Chance l-o-v-e-s to ride piggy back 'cuz he gets to ride way up high. Sometimes  we make snowballs and have snowball fights.


Know what else? Sometimes make snow persons. Making snow persons is a big job but I'm a big bear cub. I'm five, you know. I can do the job. Chance thinks he's helping but he's not. He's too little to help but he has fun. It's my job to teach him 'cuz I'm the big brother, you know.

Here's now to make a snow person. Ready? Roll snow into a really big ball. Then roll another one and ask James to help you put it on top of the first one. Then you roll a littler ball for the head. James can help you lift it up. Then you put buttons for eyes, a carrot for the nose and buttons for the smile. You can give your snow person a scarf and a toque, too! After that you can sing Frosty the Snow Person. It's a good song to sing after you make a snow person.

Chance tries to eat the snow. He's so little he doesn't know he's not supposed to eat snow. Snow is not in Canada's Food Guide, you know. It's not one of the four food groups. Snow will make him sick, I'm sure.

Oh. Know what? Don't take snow to bed with you. Snow doesn't like being inside. It disappears and makes your Bob the Easter Moose sheets all wet. That's yucky.

When it's time to go inside James rubs us down with Terry Towel until we're nice and dry. We always say, "Hi, Terry Towel!"  We warm up in front of the fireplace. James always makes us hot cocoa with newborn baby marshmallows. Cocoa with newborn marshmallows is the very best part of playing in the snow.

I drink my cocoa out of my special Frosty the Snow Person mug. I have to use both paws to hold the mug 'cuz I don't have thumbs. Chance is a wee little thing. He drinks cocoa out of his bottle.

 Oh. Wait! Did you hear that? James is hollering, "Where are my handsome bear cubs? Where are my Sons of Windsor? Where are my Princes of Ontario? That's me! Charles! That's Chance! We're handsome bear cubs. We're Sons of Windsor and Princes of Ontario! We gotta go find James so we can get our ears tickled and our noses kissed.

 This is me, Charles the Bear Cub saying, "Be good citizens. Be kind to friends and neighbours. Go outside and play in the newborn snow.  Then you can warm up with us and drink cocoa.  Oh! Wait! Come over to our house and play with us! We can make snow persons and sing and drink cocoa together! Okay! Over and out!"

Don't Be a Litter Bug!

Hi. I'm Charles the Bear Cub. You know me. I live on Sparkle Road with my buddy, James. He's really old. He was the second Canadian to get off Noah's Ark, you know. I  help him remember. This morning he forgot to put on shoes before we went outside!  Oh. Wait! Chance lives with us, too. He's a newborn cubby someone left in a basket on our doorstep. He's a wee little thing. I look after Chance, too. He's a handful!

Know what? Spring is here. Spring is there. Spring is everywhere! Frosty the Snow Person disappeared. I don't know where he went but James says he won't come back for a long time. That's too bad 'cuz I like snow. Snow is a fun thing to play with. It's as much fun as Lego blocks.

I'm being a good citizen. Good citizens care. Good citizens pick up litter and put it in the recycling bin.  I know what litter is. It's trash and garbage. Picking up trash makes Sparkle Road and Sandwich Street look nicer. I like my neighbourhood and I want it to look good. Good citizens get to drink root beer and eat Smarties. They're yummy and that's a food group in the Canada Food Guide, you know. Bad citizens  litter. They should have to sit on the Time Out Chair and think about what they did. Maybe they should have to eat brocollis and sauerkrauts. They're nasty and that's another food group in the Canada Food Guide.

Oh. Wait! Did you hear that? James is hollering, "Where are my handsome bear cubs? Where are my Sons of Windsor? Where are my Princes of Ontario? That's me! Charles! That's Chance! We're handsome bear cubs. We're Sons of Windsor and Princes of Ontario! We gotta go find James so we can get our ears tickled and our noses kissed.

This is me, Charles the Bear Cub saying, "Be good citizens. Pick up trash and garbage. Then you can eat Smarties and drink root beer. Oh! Wait! Come over to our house and play with us! We can pick up trash together! Okay! Over and out!"

Canada Post & Chance

Hi. I'm Charles the Bear Cub. You know me. I live on Sparkle Road with my buddy,  James. He forgets where he puts his shoes. He's old. He was the second Canadian to get off Noah's Ark.   I have to look after him. Oh. Wait! Chance lives with us, too. He's a newborn cubby someone left in a basket on our doorstep. He's a wee little thing.

Know what? We're playing Hide & Seek. Look at Chance. He climbed into this box to hide from me but I found him. He can't keep quiet. He makes little squeaky noises, 'cuz he's happy and excited. That's how I find him. He wants me to take the box to Canada Post and mail it to you! I don't think that's a good idea. I'd have to poke holes in the box so he could breathe. I'd have to pack a can of condensed owls' milk and Chance is too little to open it. He'd be pretty hungry before he got to your house.

We got lots to do today. It's snowing. Maybe we will go outside and make snow people. We're not supposed to bring snow indoors, you know. Maybe we will make gingerbread beings. I'll ask James what we're going to do. Whatever it is, I know we will have fun. This is me, Charles the Bear Cub saying, "Don't put your little brother in the mail. Be good citizens! Over and out!"

Merry Christmas is Here!

Hi. I'm Charles the Bear Cub. You know me. I live on Sparkle Road with my buddy, James. He forgets which house we live in. He's really old. I think he must be 20. He was the second Canadian to get off Noah's Ark.  I have to look after him. Oh. Wait! Chance lives with us, too. He's a newborn cubby someone left in a basket on our doorstep. He's a wee little thing.

Know what? When Chance and me woke up yesterday morning it was Merry Christmas! Santa and Merry Christmas and Frosty the Snow Person and Rudolph the Nasally Challenged Reindeer and Mary and Joseph and the Baby Jesus and the flock of shepherds and the the wise guys who followed the OnStar, they were all here and left us presents.

James made us porridge with red and green Christmas-coloured gummy worms. Then we opened our presents. Chance got a space ray gun so he can hunt lions with me! We got green scarves from Auntie SusanJ. We got Smarties and licorice, too. I l-o-v-e Smarties and licorice. They're yummy and that's one of the four food groups in the Canada Food Guide, you know. I got a fire truck and a red helmet. Chance got one, too. James opened our presents to him. We got him  light bulbs and Crazy Glue. We saved up our allowance so we could surprise him. He was sure surprised! He hugged us and kissed our noses and tickled our ears. He said, "You're the best. I love you my Sons of Windsor. I love you, my Princes of Ontario."

Then we went to Rob and Debbie's house. We ate all kinds of good food. Know what? I know a new food. I like devilled eggs. I like them a lot! We had brocollis. I hate brocollis. They're nasty but I was a good cub and ate one. Sure hope Santa saw me do that. We met new friends. We played with Star. She's a puppy. We played with Buffy, too. She's a cat. We played Hide & Seek.

We fell asleep and when we woke up were home and tucked into bed.

Today is Boxing Day. We're going to take some cans of food to the food bank. That's helping others and that makes us good citizens. Good citizens get to eat wallermelons and drink root beer.

This is Chance's first Christmas with us. He likes Christmas. He makes squeaky noises 'cuz he's happy. This is me, Charles the Bear Cub saying, "Merry, merry Christmas! Happy Boxing Day! Happy New Year! Over and out!"