
We all know the story and the song about Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer.
Ridiculed for his red shiny nose. Ostracized because he was different. When it really mattered, that difference made all the difference in the world. Here’s my poem to encourage and celebrate unique, out of the ordinary individuals. Your special self just may be what saves the day.
by Veronica Jorge
They call me Rudy.
I’m Santa’s buddy.
I’ve got a red pug nose everyone thinks is funny.
When Santa takes flight, I light up the night.
I’m fast. I’m swift. I help Santa give out gifts.
No one laughs anymore at my bright red nose.
So be who you are from your head to your toes.
Let your light shine through.
Be proud of special you.
Be like me, unique.
You’re a star on two feet.
See you next time on January 22, 2022.
Happy New Year!
Veronica Jorge
Manager, educator, and former high school social studies teacher, Veronica credits her love of history to the potpourri of cultures that make up her own life and to her upbringing in diverse Brooklyn, NY. Her genres of choice are historical fiction, where she always makes new discoveries, and children’s picture books, because there are so many wonderful worlds yet to be imagined and visited. She currently resides in Macungie, PA., but she’s still a Brooklyn girl at heart.
The exhibit and the book inspired me to dream bigger, reach higher, and dig deeper within myself to find the kaleidoscope of colors and illuminating power that can help to light up my world.
Have you ever wondered why seashells blanket the seashore? Is it the sea that spews some of them out and they wash up on the shore? Or is it the shells themselves that escape and prefer to make their new home in the sand; choosing warm and dry or cool and moist?
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