Bradley Square Christmas Bear
This bear has been in the Bradley Square Mall during the holidays ever since I can remember.
The bear is probably as old as the mall itself.
I know it doesn't look like it now, but this bear used to be the focal point of Christmas decorations in our hometown mall.
It used to sit amongst giant-sized toy building blocks, the biggest rocking-horse I've ever seen, and many other welcomed decorations.
The bear was snow-white, and donned with his most special tinsel-gold bowtie. He sang to the passerby's as his mouth moved to the words, and turned his head to watch shoppers exitedly prance by, gift bags in tote.
Now the Bradley Square Christmas Bear is a dilapidated version of itself, a shade of dirty snow, and a mouth no longer capable of singing his favorite Christmas carols.
His head never moves to watch families go by, and his back looks as if it has been pried open many times for failed repairs.
Yet, still, when I see him, I remember all those years long ago when I saw Mr. Bradley Square Christmas Bear watching me hold my parents' hands, my dreams full of candy and presents evident in my eyes.
And when I see him on days like today, I am instantly a child again, with visions of Christmas day dancing in my head.
This bear has been in the Bradley Square Mall during the holidays ever since I can remember.
The bear is probably as old as the mall itself.
I know it doesn't look like it now, but this bear used to be the focal point of Christmas decorations in our hometown mall.
It used to sit amongst giant-sized toy building blocks, the biggest rocking-horse I've ever seen, and many other welcomed decorations.
The bear was snow-white, and donned with his most special tinsel-gold bowtie. He sang to the passerby's as his mouth moved to the words, and turned his head to watch shoppers exitedly prance by, gift bags in tote.
Now the Bradley Square Christmas Bear is a dilapidated version of itself, a shade of dirty snow, and a mouth no longer capable of singing his favorite Christmas carols.
His head never moves to watch families go by, and his back looks as if it has been pried open many times for failed repairs.
Yet, still, when I see him, I remember all those years long ago when I saw Mr. Bradley Square Christmas Bear watching me hold my parents' hands, my dreams full of candy and presents evident in my eyes.
And when I see him on days like today, I am instantly a child again, with visions of Christmas day dancing in my head.
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