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Mattie Chitzmats

Thu, 31 Dec 2009 00:09:15 -0500

Story written by Glenn A. HascallMy next door neighbor was a prune.I don’t mean any disrespect, but she really looked like a four-and-a-half foot prune. I don’t have a picture of her but the two closest descriptions of her I can give is either a prune or ET’s grandmother.I really am not trying to be [...]Related posts:

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A Christmas Tree For Santa

Mon, 28 Dec 2009 00:03:53 -0500

Story written by Daniel ‘Chip’ CiammaichellaDuring the Christmas Season the usually stoic lobby of First State Bank of Raton wastransformed into a Christmas wonderland, and this Christmas Eve was no different.Wreaths and garlands graced the walls, and centerpieces made from pinecones were ateach teller station. The female tellers and bank officers all wore cute little [...]Related posts:

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Kit and Kats Christmas

Tue, 22 Dec 2009 20:40:45 -0500

Story written by Linda HastingsKit and Kat were very cute and very curious kittens. One day Kit and Kat watched as their round-round Food Lady did something very interesting. First she brought to the big room with the sunny windows large boxes which smelled strange – they smelled yummy.Then Food Lady took out some spiky [...]Related posts:

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The Fir-Tree

Sat, 19 Dec 2009 20:36:44 -0500

Story written by Hans Christian AndersenTHE FIR-TREEOut in the woods stood a nice little Fir-tree. The place he had was a very good one; the sun shone on him; as to fresh air, there was enough of that, and round him grew many large-sized comrades, pines as well as firs. But the little Fir wanted [...]Related posts:

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Santa Clauss Letter

Thu, 17 Dec 2009 20:23:42 -0500

— Author UnknownChristmas was coming. Jamie and Ted had already begun to write long letters to Santa Claus. But one thing was rather queer: both boys asked him for the same things.Each little letter ended with – “Just like Brother’s.”They agreed to ask for only one sled. They would rather ride together. Now was not [...]Related posts:

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The Voyage of the Wee Red Cap

Mon, 14 Dec 2009 20:15:29 -0500

Story written by Ruth Sawyer DurandIt was the night of St. Stephen, and Teig sat alone by his fire withnaught in his cupboard but a pinch of tea and a bare mixing of meal,and a heart inside of him as soft and warm as the ice on thewater-bucket outside the door. The tuft was near [...]Related posts:

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The Christmas Masquerade Part 2

Sat, 12 Dec 2009 20:13:48 -0500

Story written by Olive Thorne Miller…continutation of The Christmas Masquerade Part 1Finally the Mayor called a meeting of the Aldermen, and they allassembled in the City Hall. Nearly every one of them had a son or adaughter who was a chimney-sweep, or a little watch-girl, or ashepherdess. They appointed a chairman and they took a [...]Related posts:

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The Christmas Masquerade Part 1

Fri, 11 Dec 2009 20:12:14 -0500

Story written by Mary E. Wilkins FreemanOn Christmas Eve the Mayor’s stately mansion presented a beautifulappearance. There were rows of different coloured wax candles burningin every window, and beyond them one could see the chandeliers of goldand crystal blazing with light. The fiddles were squeaking merrily, andlovely little forms flew past the windows in time [...]Related posts:

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The Little Matchgirl

Wed, 09 Dec 2009 20:10:46 -0500

Story written by Hans Christian AndersenOnce upon a time . . . a llttle glrl tried to make a living by selling matches in the street.It was New Year’s Eve and the snowclad streets were deserted. From brightly lit windows came the tinkle of laughter and the sound of singing. People were getting ready to [...]Related posts:

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The Three Kings

Sat, 28 Nov 2009 19:58:55 -0500

Three Kings came riding from far away, Melchior and Gaspar and Baltasar; Three Wise Men out of the East were they, And they travelled by night and they slept by day, For their guide was a beautiful, wonderful star.The star was so beautiful, large and clear, That all the other stars of the sky Became [...]Related posts:

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The Universal Law of Christmas Eve

nobody@flickr.com (Christmas Stories) — Mon, 24 Nov 2008 00:30:32 -0500

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There is a Universal law which all parents know, but kids seem unable to grasp no matter how hard they try:

It is physically impossible for a child to stay awake late enough on Christmas Eve to actually see Santa Claus! :)

The REAL Santa Claus

nobody@flickr.com (Christmas Stories) — Mon, 24 Nov 2008 00:16:16 -0500

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When was the last time you saw a Santa Claus with a REAL beard? :)

Me Reading My Christmas List to Santa Claus

nobody@flickr.com (Christmas Stories) — Mon, 24 Nov 2008 00:09:49 -0500

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Fortunately, Santa had glasses so he could read my letter.

My Letter to Santa Claus

nobody@flickr.com (Christmas Stories) — Sun, 23 Nov 2008 23:52:44 -0500

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When I was 4 1/2 years old, I gave this letter to Santa Claus for Christmas. My parents saved it, and asked me just today "Any changes to your Christmas list for this year?"

Nope! Looks perfect to me :)

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nobody@flickr.com (Christmas Stories) — Sun, 23 Nov 2008 23:42:23 -0500

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Sams First Christmas

Sat, 08 Nov 2008 03:00:49 -0500

Wow, this Christmas stuff is really neat. I’ve been watching my family scurry around for weeks, just to get ready for this one, beautiful, magical morning. I’ve never seen anything like this before, and even though Mom and Dad try to explain it all to me and have told me wonderful Christmas stories, I’m not sure I understand it.

I’m Sam, and although I’ve been around the block a few times, I must admit this is the first time I’ve ever encountered this thing called Christmas. I’ve been on this earth for over 10 months and thought I knew it all. Now I find I’m not quite as worldly as I thought. Eh, live and learn.

Discovering new things is the spice of life and boy have I been discovering things lately. Who’d have thought you could plant a tree right inside the house? I’d always thought something was missing in the living room and when Dad brought that tree in, I knew what it was! What a great place for a tree.

And what a tree it is. Sure, I’m no tree expert, but I’ve been around my share and I’ve never seen a tree like this. It’s green and fluffy, and reaches almost to the ceiling. As great as that tree would be by itself, the family immediately began to decorate it.

First, they dressed the tree in red, white, and blue lights that twinkled like miniature stars, and then they hung bright colored glass balls all around it. Dad placed a little angel on the top of the tree, too. She was dressed in a long, white, satin gown that draped gracefully over the treetop. She’s really pretty. The best part was the long string of popcorn they wound round and round the tree. Popcorn was something new to me also, and though I was frightened by the popping sound it made on the oven, it sure tasted good. Of course

Mom doesn’t know I snuck some, so don’t tell.

As long as we’re sharing secrets, I’ve gotta tell you that I sneak food a lot. Now with this Christmas thing, Mom makes a lot of good stuff to eat, but rarely lets me have any. She claims it’ll spoil my dinner, or sometimes she just says, “It’s not for you.” Who needs that yucky stuff for dinner when there are fresh baked cookies, cake, pies and candy all over the place. Mom always turns her back or leaves the kitchen for awhile. Then, I strike. Heh, heh, Mom needs eyes in the back of her head to keep track of me.

Mom does catch me snitching goodies sometimes. When she does, she scolds me, washes me up, and puts me into the other room. I try to be good for awhile, but then I forget.

Then I get into the cat’s food. Mom really hates that, but not as much as Fluffy does. I’m not afraid of no kitty, but Fluffy is sure scared of me. I especially like to catch her when she’s drinking out of the toilet. As she leans into the bowl to get a drink, I sneak up and knock her in. Boy does she hate that!

I don’t know why I’m not allowed to eat the cat food. If it’s good enough for Fluffy, why not me too? Fluffy gets to drink out of the toilet, but I can’t. Darn cat even drinks from the tree water. I should try that sometime.

Christmas tree water would be hard to get to now, because there’s so many pretty boxes stuffed underneath the tree. There are big boxes, little boxes, and in-between sized boxes, and all of them are wrapped with pretty bright paper with colorful bows and ribbons. So much stuff. I wonder what’s in there? I tried to peek a few times, but Dad caught me and warned me not to spoil everyone’s surprise. That was when Dad was putting most of those boxes under the tree. He didn’t think I was awake, but I was.

Late last night, after everyone but Mom was asleep, Dad brought in a whole bunch of boxes and put them under the Christmas tree. He and Mom seemed real happy, and sang songs as they arranged the presents under the tree. Later, Mom went off to bed, but not before leaving milk and cookies on the coffee table. She told Dad they were for Santa Claus. Dad just chuckled, and chased Mom up the stairs. Once again, I struck with lightening speed, trying to tear the paper off the first box I could get to. That’s when Dad returned.

After Dad scolded me, he smacked me on the rear end and sent me to bed. But I snuck back a little later. Who can sleep with all that good stuff lying around, just waiting to be played with? By me! As I crept towards the mountain of presents under the tree, I remembered the cookies Mom had left. I didn’t know who this Santa Claus was, and I didn’t care. Those cookies were mine. Mmmmmm, chocolate chip. I just love chocolate chip cookies. I did what any self-respecting chocolate chip cookie lover would do; I ate them. Just as I was finishing off the last of the cookies, I got such a scare that I almost choked.

From out of nowhere, a big, fuzzy, white guy all dressed in red grabbed me by the ear. He spoke with a voice as deep as a mineshaft…
“Ho, ho, ho, so you’ve eaten all my cookies.”

I thought that I was a goner, soon to be murdered by a funny looking burglar. So young, so full of promise… I never even got to open the pretty presents.

My fears were eased as he continued to speak.
“No matter, I’ve had enough chocolate chip cookies tonight to last till next Christmas.

Besides, a growing young fella like you needs a good cookie more than I. Come here and give old Santa a hand.”

Santa? So this must be that Santa Claus fellow. What a piece of work! He was only about half as high as Dad, but just as wide as he was tall. He had a pudgy but jolly face, with rosy red cheeks and a bright red button nose. His long hair and beard were white like snow and he had a big round belly, kinda like mine after I’ve eaten too much. He wore a bright red coat and pants with white fur around the edges. His belt and his boots were black like Dad’s bowling ball, and shined like a mirror. He wore a funny looking red hat on his head, with a white fuzzball on the tip. Dad has a hat like that.

Over his shoulder was a great red canvas sack, filled to the brim with pretty boxes, just like the ones Dad had placed under the tree earlier. He tossed the sack to the floor, and began to remove boxes and place them under the tree, right along side the others. I helped as much as I could, and wondered if Santa had brought anything for me. Santa seemed to read my mind.

“Of course I brought something for you. You’ve been a good fella this year, even if you did eat my cookies. Just be patient, and wait until the whole family can open their gifts together.”
With that, Santa gathered his things and stood near the fireplace. He gave me a wink as he put a thumb to his nose, then he was gone in a rush of red light and fairy dust. “Cool”,

I thought to myself.

Santa’s advice to be patient stayed in my mind. I didn’t forget. Since it was almost daylight, I curled up near the biggest present and drifted off to sleep. Wouldn’t everyone be surprised when they awoke?

When Mom gently shook me awake, the whole family was up and gathered around the tree. The glow of the brightly-lit Christmas tree was reflected in the anxious faces of everyone. When can we open our presents, Mom? It’s time! Everyone is beginning to open their presents. I wonder what I got? Isn’t this Christmas stuff wild?

But wait. I didn’t get anything for anybody else. I should have realized. But it’s not too late, while everyone is busy opening their presents, I’ll just sneak under the tree and leave a present of my own. There, I made it. Careful now Oh oh, Mom spotted me.

“Sam! What are you doing under that tree? Oh, honey! Look what that darn dog did under the Christmas tree.”

By Daniel ‘Chip’ Ciammaichella

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The Legend of Babouska - A Short Children's Christmas Story

Mon, 27 Oct 2008 14:38:06 -0400

It was the night the dear Christ-Child came to Bethlehem. In a country far away from Him, an old, old woman named Babouscka sat in her snug little house by her warm fire. The wind was drifting the snow outside and howling down the chimney, but it only made Babouscka's fire burn more brightly.

"How glad I am that I may stay indoors," said Babouscka, holding her hands out to the bright blaze.

But suddenly she heard a loud rap at her door. She opened it and her candle shone on three old men standing outside in the snow. Their beards were as white as the snow, and so long that they reached the ground. Their eyes shone kindly in the light of Babouscka's candle, and their arms were full of precious things--boxes of jewels, and
sweet-smelling oils, and ointments.

"We have travelled far, Babouscka," they said, "and we stop to tell you of the Baby Prince born this night in Bethlehem. He comes to rule the world and teach all men to be loving and true. We carry Him gifts. Come with us, Babouscka."

But Babouscka looked at the drifting snow, and then inside at her cozy room and the crackling fire. "It is too late for me to go with you, good sirs," she said, "the weather is too cold." She went inside again and shut the door, and the old men journeyed on to Bethlehem without her. But as Babouscka sat by her fire, rocking, she began to think about the Little Christ-Child, for she loved all babies.

"To-morrow I will go to find Him," she said; "to-morrow, when it is light, and I will carry Him some toys."

So when it was morning Babouscka put on her long cloak and took her staff, and filled her basket with the pretty things a baby would like--gold balls, and wooden toys, and strings of silver cobwebs--and she set out to find the Christ-Child.

But, oh, Babouscka had forgotten to ask the three old men the road to Bethlehem, and they travelled so far through the night that she could not overtake them. Up and down the road she hurried, through woods and fields and towns, saying to whomsoever she met: "I go to find the Christ-Child. Where does He lie? I bring some pretty toys for His sake."

But no one could tell her the way to go, and they all said: "Farther on, Babouscka, farther on." So she travelled on and on and on for years and years--but she never found the little Christ-Child.

They say that old Babouscka is travelling still, looking for Him. When it comes Christmas Eve, and the children are lying fast asleep, Babouscka comes softly through the snowy fields and towns, wrapped in her long cloak and carrying her basket on her arm. With her staff she raps gently at the doors and goes inside and holds her candle close to the little children's faces.

"Is He here?" she asks. "Is the little Christ-Child here?" And then she turns sorrowfully away again, crying: "Farther on, farther on!" But before she leaves she takes a toy from her basket and lays it beside the pillow for a Christmas gift. "For His sake," she says softly, and then hurries on through the years and forever in search of the little Christ-Child.

From "The Children's Hour," published by the Milton Bradley Co.
- ADAPTED FROM THE RUSSIAN

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