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Caspar’s Story
By Pete Large
This happened many years ago when I was a much
younger man. One night, Melchior, Balthasar and
myself all had the same dream that a new King was
to be born. The following night we saw a new star in
the sky, and Melchior, who was the wisest of us, said
that it was a sign and that we should follow it.
We packed our supplies and fed our camels and said
goodbye to our families. We travelled at night, setting off as soon as we could
see the star, and set up our tents to sleep in the middle of the day. We travelled
for many weeks and the weather grew colder and the nights grew longer. Every
night we followed the star, wondering where it would take us.
Then, one night in the middle of the winter, when we were, all three of us, tired
and cold in the snow, we came to a town called Bethlehem. The star was now
above us and Melchior said that we must have arrived at where the King was to
be born.
We asked around the town but there were no babies being born
that night. Then an inn-keeper remembered a man and woman
who he had allowed to sleep in the stable of his inn. We tied up
our camels and walked across the snow to the stable. We
stopped in the doorway and looked in. A man was setting a new-born baby
down in a crib while a woman, looking tired, lay down on a straw bed.
We said nothing but laid our gifts at the end of the crib and kissed the baby on
the forehead. Then we left. We stopped in the courtyard outside the stable and,
still silent, gazed up at the stars through the falling snow.
The journey back took a long time. Since then I have
heard many stories about what happened at
Bethlehem. But what happened to me I know to be true.
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Christmas At Sea
By Robert Louis Stevenson
The sheets were frozen hard, and they cut the naked hand;
The decks were like a slide, where a seaman scarce could stand;
The wind was a nor'wester, blowing squally off the sea;
And cliffs and spouting breakers were the only things a-lee.
They heard the surf a-roaring before the break of day;
But 'twas only with the peep of light we saw how ill we lay.
We tumbled every hand on deck instanter, with a shout,
And we gave her the maintops'l, and stood by to go about.
All day we tacked and tacked between the South Head and the North;
All day we hauled the frozen sheets, and got no further forth;
All day as cold as charity, in bitter pain and dread,
For very life and nature, we tacked from head to head.
We gave the South a wider berth, for there the tide-race roared;
But every tack we made we brought the North Head close aboard;
So's we saw the cliffs and houses, and the breakers running high,
And the coast-guard in his garden, with his glass against his eye.
The frost was on the village roofs as white as ocean foam;
The good red fires were burning bright in every 'longshore home;
The windows sparkled clear, and the chimneys volleyed out;
And I vow we sniffed the victuals as the vessel went about.
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The bells upon the church were rung with a mighty jovial cheer;
For it's just that I should tell you how (of all days in the year)
This day of our adversity was blessed Christmas morn,
And the house above the coast-guard's was the house where I was born.
Oh, well I saw the pleasant room, the pleasant faces there,
My mother's silver spectacles, my father's silver hair;
And well I saw the firelight, like a flight of homely elves,
Go dancing round the china plates that stand upon the shelves.
And well I knew the talk they had, the talk that was of me,
Of the shadow on the household, and the son that went to sea;
And, oh, the wicked fool I seemed, in every kind of way,
To be here and hauling frozen ropes on blessed Christmas Day.
They lit the high sea-light, and the dark began to fall.
"All hands to loose topgallant sails!" I heard the captain call.
"By the Lord, she'll never stand it," our first mate, Jackson, cried.
... "It's the one way or the other, Mr. Jackson," he replied.
She staggered to her bearings, but the sails were new and good,
And the ship smelt up to windward just as though she understood.
As the winter's day was ending, in the entry of the night,
We cleared the weary headland, and passed below the light.
And they heaved a mighty breath, every soul on board but me,
As they saw her nose again pointing handsome out to sea;
But all that I could think of, in the darkness and the cold,
Was just that I was leaving home and my folks were growing old.
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Rudolph, The Red-Nosed Reindeer
Rudolph, the red-nosed reindeer
Had a very shiny nose.
And if you ever saw him,
You would even say it glows.
All of the other reindeer
Used to laugh and call him names.
They never let poor Rudolph
Join in any reindeer games.
Then one foggy Christmas Eve
Santa came to say:
"Rudolph with your nose so bright,
Won't you guide my sleigh
tonight?"
Then all the reindeer loved him,
And they shouted out with glee,
Rudolph the
red-nosed reindeer,
“You'll go down in history!“
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Santa Claus Does Not Forget
Bertie was a very good boy. He was kind, thoughtful, obedient, truthful, and nice to
his little sister. Unfortunately Bertie had one big fault. He had a very annoying habit
of forgetting!
It was strange how often he forgot. He forgot to do things his mother asked him.
“Did you remember to brush your teeth, Bertie?”
“Oh, sorry, I forgot!”
“Did you remember to make your bed, Bertie?”
“Oh sorry, I forgot!”
“Did you remember to write to Auntie Sue to say thank you for the present?”
“Oh sorry, I forgot!”
He forgot to do things his father asked him to do, too.
“Did you remember to help your mother with the washing up this morning, Bertie?”
“Oh sorry, I forgot!”
He forgot to take his boots to
football practise. He forgot to
give his Grandma a very
important message from his
mother. He forgot to take a gift
to his best friend’s birthday
party. And he even forgot to do
his homework.
“Oh sorry, I forgot!”
His father and mother were
very patient, but no matter
what they did, Bertie forgot all the things he wanted to forget and only remembered
the things he wanted to remember. After a while his parents decided that something
must be done to help their little boy remember to do the things they asked him to do.
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