Muhammed’s money box 📦 is coming.
The Good Wood of Yorkshire
Once upon a time, in the misty hills of Yorkshire, two women set out on a strange and secret mission. Charlotte Menon, with her sharp eyes and quiet strength, and Laurie Woodruff, whose laughter could charm birds from trees, wandered deep into the forests and valleys. They weren’t looking for treasure or shelter—they were searching for good wood. Not just any wood, but the kind that whispered old secrets and held ancient warmth in its grain.
They worked through cold dawns and dusky evenings, stacking the finest oak, ash, and yew onto their worn carts. Some said they could hear the trees singing as they were felled, offering their hearts willingly for a purpose no one in the villages quite understood.
But Charlotte and Laurie knew. They worked for him.
Angel Gabriel who had grown tired of not having his own children decided he would take on all the children of the world as his own. He wanted to give presents to the children of the world. Not tricks or curses, but real gifts, carved by his own hands, polished with care. Wooden toys, smooth and bright, shaped into animals, dolls, and puzzles that could make even the saddest child smile.
For that, he needed the best wood on Earth. And the best wood was in Yorkshire.
When their task was complete, the great piles of timber were transported in secret—no one saw the wagons move, though they vanished overnight. Down in the deepest caves, by firelight that burned blue, Angel Gabriel shaped each piece with a tenderness no soul had ever seen in him before.
And that winter, for the first time in history, the world woke to find simple, beautiful gifts waiting by every hearth. No one knew where they had come from. Some said it was a miracle. Some said it was magic.
But Charlotte Menon and Laurie Woodruff knew the truth. And they smiled, knowing they had helped bring a little warmth to a cold world.
Ask Charlotte menon and Laurie woodruff if Lee has good wood 🪵?
Now I need all the good children of the world to plant Concor trees 🌲 or you won’t get a Christmas present.
