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The Legend of the Christmas Tree (German/Anonymous)
Most children have seen a Christmas tree, and many know that the pretty and pleasant custom of hanging gifts on its boughs comes from Germany; but perhaps few have heard or read the story that is told to little German children, respecting the origin of this custom. The story is called “The Little Stranger,” and runs thus:
In a small cottage on the borders of a forest lived a poor laborer, who gained a scanty living by cutting wood. He had a wife and two children who helped him in his work. The boy’s name was Valentine, and the girl was called Mary. They were obedient, good children, and a great comfort to their parents. One winter evening, this happy little family were sitting quietly round the hearth, the snow and the wind raging outside, while they ate their supper of dry bread, when a gentle tap was heard on the window, and a childish voice cried from without: “Oh, let me in, pray! I am a poor little child, with nothing to eat, and no home to go to, and I shall die of cold and hunger unless you let me in.”
Valentine and Mary jumped up from the table and ran to open the door, saying: “Come in, poor little child! We have not much to give you, but whatever we have we will share with you.”
The stranger-child came in and warmed his frozen hands and feet at the fire, and the children gave him the best they had to eat, saying: “You must be tired, too, poor child! Lie down on our bed; we can sleep on the bench for one night.”
Then said the little stranger-child: “Thank God for all your kindness to me!”
So they took their little guest into their sleeping-room, laid him on the bed, covered him over, and said to each other: “How thankful we ought to be! We have warm rooms and a cozy bed, while this poor child has only heaven for his roof and the cold earth for his sleeping-place.”
When their father and mother went to bed, Mary and Valentine lay quite contentedly on the bench near the fire, saying, before they fell asleep: “The stranger-child will be so happy to-night in his warm bed!”
These kind children had not slept many hours before Mary awoke and softly whispered to her brother: “Valentine, dear, wake, and listen to the sweet music under the window.”
Then Valentine rubbed his eyes and listened. It was sweet music indeed, and sounded like beautiful voices singing to the tones of a harp:
“O holy Child, we greet thee! bringing
Sweet strains of harp to aid our singing.
“Thou, holy Child, in peace art sleeping,
While we our watch without are keeping.
“Blest be the house wherein thou liest.
Happiest on earth, to heaven the highest.”
The children listened, while a solemn joy filled their hearts; then they stepped softly to the window to see who might be without.
In the east was a streak of rosy dawn, and in its light they saw a group of children standing before the house, clothed in silver garments, holding golden harps in their hands. Amazed at this sight, the children were still gazing out of the window, when a light tap caused them to turn round. There stood the stranger-child before them clad in a golden dress, with a gleaming radiance round his curling hair. “I am the little Christ-child,” he said, “who wanders through the world bringing peace and happiness to good children. You took me in and cared for me when you thought me a poor child, and now you shall have my blessing for what you have done.”
A fir tree grew near the house; and from this he broke a twig, which he planted in the ground, saying: “This twig shall become a tree, and shall bring forth fruit year by year for you.”
No sooner had he done this than he vanished, and with him the little choir of angels. But the fir-branch grew and became a Christmas tree, and on its branches hung golden apples and silver nuts every Christmas-tide.
Such is the story told to German children concerning their beautiful Christmas trees, though we know that the real little Christ-child can never be wandering, cold and homeless, again in our world, inasmuch as he is safe in heaven by his Father’s side; yet we may gather from this story the same truth which the Bible plainly tells us—that any one who helps a Christian child in distress, it will be counted unto him as if he had indeed done it unto Christ himself. “Inasmuch as ye have done it unto the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me.”
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- The Meaning Of The Christmas Tree (gods411.wordpress.com)
WRITERS: Enjoy some tips from the King! ~ Bette A. Stevens http://www.4writersandreaders.com
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Originally posted on "CommuniCATE" Resources for Writers:
“Stephen King was born in Portland, Maine in 1947, the second son of Donald and Nellie Ruth Pillsbury King. He made his first professional short story sale in 1967 to Startling Mystery Stories. In the fall of 1973, he began teaching high school English classes at Hampden Academy, the public high school in Hampden, Maine. Writing in the evenings and on the weekends, he continued to produce short stories and to work on novels. In the spring of 1973, Doubleday & Co., accepted the novel Carrie for publication, providing him the means to leave teaching and write full-time. He has since published over 50 books and has become one of the world’s most successful writers.” Source: http://www.stephenking.com/index.html
Originally posted on The Daily Post:
For most people the road to hell is paved with good intentions. Author Stephen King says that, for writers, the road to hell is paved with adverbs. Let’s do a quick refresher on what an adverb is, learn why adverbs get such a bad rap, and why you might choose to think very carefully before you use adverbs in your writing. (See what I did there?)