hi my name is ray me and my friends Dodie Mimi and fassl's
we love to come to this wonderful library over there on that great book is
grand old holy she's really old and wise and tells us wonderful stories when
she's awake that is oh and we love to sing and dance
hi holy now that you're up can you please please tell us a Christmas story
from all the great books that you read well yes today's story is about the
little match girl once upon a time a poor little girl sat in the corner of
the street to sell matches nobody had bought anything of her the
whole day she was really cold the flakes of snow covered her long fair hair which
fell in beautiful curls around her neck for all the windows the candles were
gleaming and it smelled so deliciously of waste juice it was New Year's Eve the
poor girl could not go home since she had not sold any matches her little
hands were almost numbed with cold a match might warm me
she said she drew one out it was a warm bright flame like a candle but soon the
small flame went out she had only the remains of the burnt-out match in her
hand she lit another and when the light fell on the wall there the wall became
transparent like a veil so that she could see into the room on the table was
a snow white tablecloth and a roast goose steaming with its stuffing of
apple and dried plums suddenly the steaming goose hopped down from the dish
with knife and fork in its breast till it came up to the poor little girl then
the match went out and nothing but the cold damp wall was left she lit another
match now though she was sitting under the most magnificent decorated Christmas tree
thousands of lights were burning on the green branches the little maiden
stretched out her hands towards them then the match went out she drew another
match against the wall it was again light and in the light stood an old
grandmother the only person who had really loved her so bright and radiant
and so full of love grandmother right the little one
Oh take me with you she wrapped the whole bundle of matches quickly against
the wall and the matches gave a brilliant light the grandmother looked
so beautiful she took the little girl in her arm and both feel in brightness -
they were with God in the street-corner sat the poor girl
with a smiling face leaning against the wall frozen to death with one bundle of
burnt matches she wanted to warm herself people said no one knew of the beautiful
things she had seen that was a beautiful story I really
really liked it the little girl is no longer cold and hungry she's now with
God well I'm glad you did until next time then kids I am off to sleep