Two Little Travellers
Two stories about two little girls who go on big journeys. Meet Annie and Maggie. These stories are a little bit sad but end with a nice big smile. Do you like them?
Tag: Children
How the Leaves Came Down
“I’ll tell you how the leaves came down,”
The great tree to his children said,
“You’re getting sleepy, Yellow and Brown,
Yes, very sleepy, little Red.
It is quite time to go to bed.”
A Fall Song
Golden and red trees
Nod to the soft breeze,
As it whispers, “Winter is near;”
Fraidie Cat
I shan’t tell you what’s his name:
When we want to play a game,
The Old Witch
This little girl ignores her parents and goes to visit the witch! But what happens to her? Oh no!
A Ghost Story
On a dreadful stormy night
My dear Tommy had a fight
With great Peter Snookum Snee,
Cat of fighting pedigree.
The Telltale Tile
A lovely story with a happy ending by Olive Thorn Miller
It is Christmas time and Miss Bennet hears that her neigbours may have to go into the poorhouse! Is there anything she can do? She has so little herself. There must be something….
Tiny Tim
A short Christmas tale by Charles Dickens.
THERE was once a man who did not like Christmas. His name was Scrooge, and he was a hard sour-tempered man of business, intent only on saving and making money, and caring nothing for anyone.
Away in a Manger
The wonderful carol of Away in a Manger about the time when Jesus was born to Mary and Joseph in a stable.
The Little Match Girl
The short story by Hans Christian Andersen.
Thousands of lights were burning on the green branches, and gaily-colored pictures, such as she had seen in the shop-windows, looked down upon her. The little maiden stretched out her hands towards them when—the match went out. The lights of the Christmas tree rose higher and higher, she saw them now as stars in heaven; one fell down and formed a long trail of fire.
What Happened Christmas Eve
A lovely Christmas tale by Oliver Herfold.
Jessie and Fred had gone to bed very early so they might be the first to shout “Merry Christmas!” but their eyes would not stay shut.
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A Kidnapped Santa Claus
The seven demons are getting lonely because all the children are being so good and don’t need to visit their caves anymore. This Christmas, they have come up with a plan to make the children unhappy so that they will be naughty…
The Fir Tree
A Christmas story by Hans Christian Andersen.
Out 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 so very much to be a grown-up tree.
Read more about The Fir Tree …
A Christmas Dream, and How it Came True
“I always find heaps of goodies in my stocking. Don’t like some of them, and soon get tired of those I do like. Then there is a Christmas tree somewhere, with a doll on top, or a stupid old Santa Claus. Really, mamma, I’ve had so many Christmases all alike that I don’t think I can bear another one.”
Wynken, Blynken and Nod
Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night, sailed off in a wooden shoe…
The Swing
How do you like to go up in a swing,
Up in the air so blue?
Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing
Ever a child can do!
The Sun’s Travels
The sun is not a-bed, when I
At night upon my pillow lie;
Still round the earth his way he takes,
And morning after morning makes.
The Selfish Giant
The wonderful classic from Oscar Wilde.
The Giant returns from abroad to find children playing in his garden, so he throws them out and locks the gate. But why, then, is he not happy? Why do the flowers not grow and the sun not shine? This Giant goes on a beautiful journey all in his back garden!
Read more about The Selfish Giant …
The Land of Story-Books
A Robert Louis Stevenson Poem.
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At evening when the lamp is lit,
Around the fire my parents sit;
The Land of Nod
From breakfast on through all the day
At home among my friends I stay,
But every night I go abroad
Afar into the land of Nod.
The Fly-Away Horse
Oh, a wonderful horse is the Fly-Away Horse –
Perhaps you have seen him before;
Perhaps, while you slept, his shadow has swept
Through the moonlight that floats on the floor.
The Boy Hunting Locusts
One of Aesop’s Fables.
Moral: Carelessness has consequences.
Read more about The Boy Hunting Locusts …
Swing, Swing
Swing, swing,
Sing, sing,
Here’s my throne, and I am King!
Star Light
Star Light Star bright,
The first star I see tonight,
I wish I may, I wish I might,
Have the wish I wish tonight.
Rumpelstiltskin
A girl is locked in a tower. If she wants to live, she must spin straw into gold! She can do no such thing! So when a goblin offers his help, she accepts. His price, however, is high and now it is time to collect his payment.
Pirate Story
Three of us afloat in the meadow by the swing,
Three of us aboard in the basket on the lea.
Winds are in the air, they are blowing in the spring,
And waves are on the meadow like the waves there are at sea.
Picture-books in Winter
Summer; fading, winter comes-
Frosty mornings, tingling thumbs
Window robins, winter rooks,
And the picture story-books.
My Shadow
I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me,
And what can be the use of him is more than I can see.
Monday’s Child
Monday’s child is fair of face,
Tuesday’s child is full of grace,
Lullaby, oh, Lullaby
Lullaby, oh, lullaby!
Flowers are closed and lambs are sleeping;
Lullaby, oh, lullaby!
Little Red Riding Hood
Little Red Cap is taking some treats to her grandmother when she meets the hungry wolf. Running late, she arrives at the house to find a nasty surprise.
I remember, I remember
I remember, I remember,
The house where I was born,
The little window where the sun
Came peeping in at morn;
Hush Little Baby
Hush, little baby, don’t say a word,
Papa’ going to buy you a mockingbird.
Hansel and Gretel
After thier wicked step-mother leaves the children in the woods, they find a gingerbread house and meet a witch who wants to eat them.
Fundevogel
These half-siblings are the best of friends, so when Lina hears of a plan to kill Fundevogel, they runaway together.With a little magic, they disguise themselves in order to escape their pursuers.
From a Railway Carriage
Faster than fairies, faster than witches,
Bridges and houses, hedges and ditches;
And charging along like troops in a battle,
All through the meadows the horses and cattle:
Foreign Lands
Up into the cherry tree
Who should climb but little me?
I held the trunk with both my hands
And looked abroad on foreign lands.
Escape at Bedtime
The lights from the parlour and kitchen shone out
Through the blinds and the windows and bars;
And high overhead and all moving about,
There were thousands of millions of stars.