A lovely Christmas poem by Henry Van Dyke.
.A Little fir grew in the midst of the wood
Contented and happy, as young trees should.
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.A Little fir grew in the midst of the wood
Contented and happy, as young trees should.
Read more about The Foolish Fir-Tree …
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…
There was once an old castle, that stood in the middle of a deep gloomy wood, and in the castle lived an old fairy. Now this fairy could take any shape she pleased.
This poor girl is treated like a servant by her sisters. They leave for the Prince’s ball, and a fairy Godmother visits Cinderella, changing her fortune forever.
The other story of Sleeping Beauty. A king and queen reigned in a country a great way off, where there were fairies.
A Cinderella Story: the poor sister who slaves after her siblings and is not allowed to go to the ball. But Ashputtel has a magic bird in the garden who helps her.