It is almost Christmas. While we are enjoying the last days of Advent, I want to wish you a time of faith, joy, kindness, community, peace, and rest. Take time to read, tell, and listen to lots of stories .
Here is my Christmas story for you:
Moon, Star, and Christmas Tree
Many, many years ago, in a land far, far away, a little girl was carefully carrying a little Christmas tree home. She had decorated it herself at her grandmother’s house and the candles placed on the branches burned brightly in the dark and snowy night. But as the snow became stronger and the wind picked up, one candle after the other lost their flame. At the end, the girl stood with her tree in the darkness.
What should I do?, she thought to herself. Where can I go to re-light this Christmas tree? After all, I wanted to bring the tree and the light to my family.
The family was poor and the tree was meant to bring them joy, light, and warmth.
A fox came by. The girl asked, Fox, do you know where I can find light for my tree?
But the fox just shook his head and trotted on.
A porcupine was slowly shuffling along. The girl asked, Porcupine, do you know where I can find light for my tree?
But the porcupine just shook his prickles and moved slowly on.
An owl was sitting in a tree, her eyes glowing golden. Again, the girl asked, Owl, do you know where I can find light for my tree?
The owl nodded her head slowly and seemed to whisper. Follow me.
The girl tried to keep up with the owl, who was gliding atop the forest. After a while, they came to the bottom of a hill. Hop on, said the owl. And the girl climbed on the owl’s back and flew with her to the top of the mountain. When they got there, the owl nodded towards the moon. He’s the one who can give you light for your tree, the owl said and flew away.
The girl stretched as high as she could, but she couldn’t reach all the way up to the moon. After a while, she got tired and fell fast asleep.
But the moon had noticed her. While she was sleeping, he came down and lit every candle on the tree. Then he plucked a little star from the sky and placed it on top.
When the girl got up, she couldn’t believe her eyes. Her tree was not only lit, it glowed brighter than any light she had ever seen.
She picked the tree up and, to her amazement, saw her family’s little house in the near distance. She skipped happily home. The candles and the star on the tree brightened her home for many years to come and never lost their light again.
©Franziska Macur 2013