My sister and I always liked frogs. Our dear Nana told us stories about Annabelle and the Golden Ball and a frog plays a major part of it. We liked how spoiled Annabelle was and how smart the frog was. "Nana, tell us about Annabelle again". How we loved that story.
Then we moved to "across the bay" and there was a creek near our house. We would walk up to the creek with our next door neighbor children. We would all have glass jars to catch polliwogs. When we came home from the creek, we would make a habitat for the polliwogs and over the weeks would watch them turn into little tiny frogs.
Frogs were our friends. They were not frightening.
So, one Christmas after another, my sister made frogs the theme of her Christmas cards. Oh, how it enjoyed the anticipation of seeing what she would do next.
Merry Christmas everyone.