圣诞派对The Christmas Party
The Postman delivered a letter to Thimble Cottage.
Do you know who lives there?
Why, it’s Little Miss Shy. Although you’d hardly knowbecause she is so shy you barely ever see her.
The letter was an invitation from Mr Happy to his Christmas party.
Part of Little Miss Shy really wanted to go to the party, but part of her was too shy.
She knew that she would walk into the party and blush and knowing that she was going pink would only make her turn even pinker.
Just the thought of it made her blush!
Mr Happy had a great deal to do to get ready for the party.
But he had lots of help.
Mr Strong had been instructed to go out and find a good sized tree.
And he did!
Mr Muddle glued the Christmas lights and plugged in the paper chain.
Mr Greedy made a cake, but it was not so much a Yule log as a Yule tree trunk!
(注释：Yule log 圣诞树根蛋糕，是欧美人在圣诞节必备的应景甜品，因形似在平安夜用来燃烧取暖的木材而得名。)
And Little Miss Naughty brought the mistletoe and chased Mr Happy all round the hall trying to kiss him.
Despite all this help, everything was cooked and decorated and laid and hung the day before the party.
Mr Happy went to bed feeling … well, happy.
But Little Miss Shy did not go to bed.
She could not sleep. 她睡不着。
What should she do about the party?
She would be sad if she didn’t go. But she would blush if she did.
Would she go? Could she go? 她去吗?能去吗?
What a dilemma! 真是左右为难。
When she looked out of the window the next morning she could not believe her eyes.
It had snowed.
It had snowed a lot.
More than a lot, it had snowed buckets!
Little Miss Shy breathed a sigh of relief.
The party would have to be cancelled.
Nobody would be able to get to the hall. 没有人能去礼堂。
When Mr Happy saw the snow he did not feel the same, he felt … well, he felt unhappy.
Poor Mr Happy. What a disaster!
He was going to have to ring everyone and tell them the party was off.
He rang Mr Christmas first.
But Mr Christmas had an idea.
One phone call later, he rang Mr Happy back.
“It’s all sorted out. I’m going to borrow Father Christmas’ sleigh and give everyone a lift to the party!”
Which is just what he did.
He flew here and there, collecting everyone for the party.
Everyone except Mr Tall, whose long legs made short work of the snow drifts.
The last person he collected was Little Miss Shy.
“I can’t go in,” sighed Little Miss Shy when they reached the hall. “Please take me home.”
“But why?” exclaimed Mr Christmas. “You’ll have fun and everyone wants to see you.”
“But when I go in I’ll blush with embarrassment,” explained Little Miss Shy.
“I think you will find,” said Mr Christmas, “that everyone has got rosy cheeks on as cold a night as this.”
And do you know what?
Mr Christmas was right.
Everyone else looked just as pink cheeked as Little Miss Shy.
“Thank you, Mr Christmas,” she said.
Mr Silly and his Fantastic Elastic Band came on stage and the party got started.
And what a wonderful party it was.
They ate and drank, and chattered and gossiped and danced and sang all evening long.
And Little Miss Shy joined in and had a fantastic time.
“You’re still looking very pink in the face,” said Mr Happy. “Are you still feeling shy?”
“Shy?” said Little Miss Shy. “No…”
“… I’m just very hot from all this dancing! Happy Christmas, Mr Happy!”
Stories of Santa圣诞老人的故事
Up on the housetop reindeer pause，
Out jumps good old Santa Claus，
Down through the chimmey with lots of toys，
All for the little ones‘ Christmas joys!
First comes the stocking of little Nell，
Oh，dear Santa，fill it well...
Give her a dolly that laughs and cries，
One that will open and shut her eyes!
Next comes the stocking of little Will，
Oh，just see what a glorious fill...
Here is a hammer and lots of tacks，
Also a ball...and a whip that cracks.
Who wouldn’t go?
Who wouldn‘t go?
Up on the housetop...
Down through the chimney with good Saint Nick.
Jolly old Saint Nicholas，
Lean your ear this way!
Don’t you tell a single soul
What I‘m going to say.
Christmas Eve is coming soon.
Now，my dear old man，
Whisper what you’ll bring to me，
Tell me，if you can.
When the clock is striking twelve
When I‘m fast asleep，
Down the chimney，broad and black，
With yourpack you’ll creep.
All the stockings you will find Hanging in a row.
Mine will be the shortest one，
You‘ll be sure to know.
Johnny wants a pair of skates.
Susy wants a sled.
Nellie wants a picture book，
Now I think I’ll leave to you
What to give the rest.
Choose for me，dear Santa Claus，
You will know the best.
A shoemaker, through no fault of his own, had become so poor that he had only leather enough for a single pair of shoes. He cut them out one evening, then went to bed, intending to finish them the next morning. Having a clear conscience, he went to bed peacefully, commended himself to God, and fell asleep.
The next morning, after saying his prayers, he was about to return to his work when he found the shoes on his workbench, completely finished. Amazed, he did not know what to say. He picked up the shoes in order to examine them more closely. They were so well made that not a single stitch was out of place, just as if they were intended as a masterpiece. A customer soon came by, and he liked the shoes so much that he paid more than the usual price for them。
The shoemaker now had enough money to buy leather for two pairs of shoes. That evening he cut them out, intending to continue his work the next morning with good cheer. But he did not need to do so, because when he got up they were already finished. Customers soon bought them, paying him enough that he now could buy leather for four pairs of shoes. Early the next morning he found the four pairs finished. And so it continued; whatever he cut out in the evening was always finished the following morning. He now had a respectable income and with time became a wealthy man。
One evening shortly before Christmas, just before going to bed, and having already cut out a number of shoes, he said to his wife, "Why don't we stay up tonight and see who is giving us this helping hand."
His wife agreed to this and lit a candle. Then they hid themselves behind some clothes that were hanging in a corner of the room. At midnight two cute little naked men appeared. Sitting down at the workbench, they picked up the cut-out pieces and worked so unbelievable quickly and nimbly that the amazed shoemaker could not take his eyes from them. They did not stop until they had finished everything. They placed the completed shoes on the workbench, then quickly ran away。
The next morning the wife said, "The little men have made us wealthy. We must show them our thanks. They are running around with nothing on, freezing. Do you know what? I want to sew some shirts, jackets, undershirts, and trousers for them, and knit a pair of stockings for each of them, and you should make a pair of shoes for each of them."
The husband said, "I agree," and that evening, when everything was finished, they set the presents out instead of the unfinished work. Then they hid themselves in order to see what the little men would do. At midnight they came skipping up, intending to start work immediately. When they saw the little clothes instead of the cut-out leather, they at first seemed puzzled, but then delighted. They quickly put them on, then stroking the beautiful clothes on their bodies they sang:
Sind wir nicht Knaben glatt und fein? Was sollen wir linger Schuster sein! Are we not boys, neat and fine? No longer cobblers shall we be!
鞋匠说： "完全同意，"那天晚上， 鞋匠夫妇没有把裁剪好的皮革放在工作台上，而是把做好的小礼物放在上面。然后，他们又悄悄的躲了起来看小人会做什么。半夜里，小精灵们来了，并立刻准备把东西腾空开始工作，但他们刚看见那些小衣服的时候很迷惑，然后马上欣喜的把它们穿在身上，用手摸着漂亮的衣服唱起歌来：
Then they hopped and danced about, jumping over chairs and benches. Finally they danced out of the house. They never returned, but the shoemaker prospered, succeeding in everything that he did。