The Reason For The Bear

Our home is a haven for bears old and young alike. They come to live at our house where they are treated with great respect and offered love in many languages. Cheryl and I began collecting them when we first got married. They were cute, cuddly, and seemed to reflect a little of each of our personalities in their many guises. This one in the picture below(Oh, I do so pray this thing is working the way I think it should)is in a frame on my office desk. I could go on and on about the Biker bear family and the largest of the group(Cheryl won the giant white Valentine's Day bear from Hallmark three years ago) standing taller than me and when seated occupies the entire loveseat by himself. His most endearing characteristic is his ability to hold young children between his legs while they enjoy their favorite cartoons or movies on the tele in the bedroom. Even our eldest grandson(Matthew, age 15)enjoys cuddling with our big white bear buddy, but he doesn't like to get caught enjoying it these days. I found the all american biker bear in a magazine offering to sell me a statue that looked just like the picture shown for only $34.95 plus tax, and not including shipping and handling. I just liked him, so here he is. Some of the cutest are the mama and papa santa bears that come out for their season. We love them all. We have many pieces of framed artwork to complete our "bear" decor. The only problem we have ever experienced that is related to the bears residing in our home is one that occurs when we are away for several days at a time. They'll throw parties! You would not believe it! We get back and they have drained every beer and smoked all the cigarettes in the house. They've rumpled the beds and left electronic equipment on all over the place. Oh, well, such is life. In Christ's Love, Preacher.