Innehållsförteckning för December 2017 från Storytime

Early one morning, as the sun peeped its head over the horizon, two snowmen were having a chat. “Good morning,” said Albert. “Hello! You’re new,” said Philippe. “So I am,” said Albert. “Pleased to meet you,” said Philippe. “Pleased to meet you too. Feeling well?” asked Albert. “I am,” said Philippe. “Are you?” “Not really,” said Albert. “Oh dear,” said Philippe. “Why not?” “Have you ever heard of a snowman with… hair?” asked Albert. “Air?” said Philippe. “Hair,” said Albert. “Like, here today, gone tomorrow?” said Philippe. “No,” said Albert. “Hair, not here.” “Like a big rabbit?” said Philippe. “No,” said Albert. “Hair, not hare!” “Oh,” said Philippe. “Like the hair of your chinny chin chin?” “Yes,” said Albert. “That.” “Then no,” said Philippe. “I haven’t. Why?” “No reason,” said…

’Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there. The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads; And mamma in her ’kerchief, and I in my cap, Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap. When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash, Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash. The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow Gave the lustre of midday to objects below,…

It was a cold Christmas morning and Wee Robin Redbreast decided to do something special to celebrate the day. He decided to leave his nest and fly all the way to the Queen. The wee robin had been flying for a while when he stopped to rest on a garden wall. Soon a clever old cat came by. “Where are you going, Wee Robin?” asked the clever old cat. “I’m flying to the Queen to sing her a song on this fine Christmas morning,” chirped Wee Robin Redbreast. “That’s nice,” mewed the cat. “Before you go, why don’t you come closer? Listen to this bonny new bell around my neck. It tinkles so nicely.” “No, no, clever old cat!” said Wee Robin Redbreast. “You might fool a little mouse like…

Not long after clever Aladdin had escaped from a desert cave with a magic lamp, he embarked on another adventure. It was true – Aladdin’s life was better now he wasn’t hungry all the time, and his mother was happy to have his help (for Aladdin had once been a very lazy boy), but he still wasn’t completely happy. You see, he had caught a glimpse of Princess Full Moon and he had fallen deeply in love with her. One morning, he decided he could not live without her any longer. He asked his mother to visit the Sultan and beg for the princess’s hand in marriage on his behalf. “But Aladdin,” his mother laughed, “the Sultan has riches beyond your wildest dreams. He wants his daughter to marry a…

Long ago, somewhere in North America, a big, healthy baby boy was born. That baby was called Paul Bunyan. Baby Paul had a huge appetite and he seemed to double in size every day. Soon he grew too big for his cradle, too big for his room and too big for his house. His ma and pa had to put him outside in the barn. That was hunkydory for a while, but baby Paul soon grew bigger, and every time he rolled over in his sleep, he made the ground shake like there was an earthquake. When he learned how to clap it was even worse – everyone in town thought there was a thunderstorm! The neighbours soon grew annoyed by all the quaking and the thundering, and they asked…