Guided Sleep Meditation & Sleep Hypnosis from Sleep Cove - Christmas Stories by The Fireside

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Starting point is 00:01:59 Good evening, everybody. I hope everyone is enjoying December and the holiday season. and if you celebrate Christmas, I hope you are all excited and prepared for the big day. For tonight's recording, I'll read a few popular Christmas tales. I'll read the night before Christmas and the fairy Christmas, among others. This episode is available. Add free on my premium feed. Please go to sleepcove.com slash support to get access to over-neutral.

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Starting point is 00:04:02 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 Mama in her kerchief and I in my cat had just settled down for a long winter's nap. When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter.

Starting point is 00:04:34 I sprang from the bed to see what was the man. 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 luster of midday two objects below. When what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer. With a little old driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick. More rapid than eagles, his course as they came, and he whistled and shouted, and called them by name. Now dasher, now dancer, now prancer and vixen, on comet, on Cupid, on top of the poor, obstacle, mount to the same. sky. So up to the housetop the courses they flew, with the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too,

Starting point is 00:05:59 I heard on the roof this prancing and pouring of each little hoof. As I drew in my hand and was turning around down the chimney St. Nicholas came. He was dressed in all fur, from his head to his foot, and his clothes were all tarnished with ashore. And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot. A bundle of toys he had flung on his back, and he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack. His eyes how they twinkled, his dimples how merry, his cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry. His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, and the beard of his chin had encircled his head like a wreath. He had a broad face. He had a broad face. He had a broad and a little round belly, that shook when he laughed like a bowl full of jelly.

Starting point is 00:07:10 He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf, and I laughed when I saw him in spite of myself. A wink of his eye and a twist of his head soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread. He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, and filled a love. the stockings, then turned with a jerk, and laying his finger a side of his nose, and giving a nod at the chimney he rose. He sprang to his sleigh, to his team, gave a whistle, and away they all flew like the down of the thistle. But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight. Happy Christmas to all, and to all are good. It was the night after Christmas, and all through the house,

Starting point is 00:08:17 not a creature was stirring, accepting a mouse. The stockings were flung in haste over the chair. The hopes of St. Nicholas were no longer there. The children were restlessly tossing in bed, for the pie and the candy were heavy as lead. While mummer in a kerchief and I in my gown, had just made up our minds that we should not lie down. When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter.

Starting point is 00:08:52 I sprung away from my chair to see what was the matter. Away to the window, I went with a dash, felling open the shutter and threw up the sash. The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow gave the lustre of noon day two objects below. But what to my long anxious eye should appear, but a horse and a sleigh, both old-fashioned and queer, with a little old driver so solemn and slow, I knew at a glance it must be Dr. Brough. I drew in my head and was turning around, when upstairs came the doctor with

Starting point is 00:09:39 scarcely a sound. He wore a thick overcoat, made long ago, and the beard on his chin was white with the snow. He spoke a few words and went straight to his work. He felt all the pulses, and then turned with a church, and laying his finger aside of his nose, with a nod of his head to the chimney he goes. A spoonful of oil, ma'am, if you have a little of oil, ma'am, if you have a handy. No nuts, no raisins, no pies, no candy. These tender young stomachs cannot well digest, all the sweets that they got, and toys and books are the best. But I know my advice will not find many friends, for the custom of Christmas, the other way tense. The fathers and mothers and Santa Claus too are exceedingly blind. Well, a good night to you.

Starting point is 00:10:39 and I heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight. These feastings and candies make doctors bills right. Every Christmas. It was Christmas Day and Toddy and Tita were alone. Papa and Mama had gone out west to see that big boy who was ill. They had promised to be home for Christmas, but a big snow had blocked to the railroad track, and nurse was afraid the train would be to lay.

Starting point is 00:11:15 until the day after Christmas. What a dull Christmas were two little girls, all alone in the great big city house, with only the servants. They felt so lonely that nurse let them play in the big drawing room instead of the nursery. So they arranged all the chairs in a row and pretended it was a snowed-up train. Teter was the conductor and Toddy was the passengers. Just as they were in the midst of it, they heard music in the street, and running to the window, they saw a little boy outside, singing and beating a tambourine.

Starting point is 00:12:03 Why, said Tita, his feet are all bare, as he hung up his bare stockings and his shoes too, said Pottie. Let's open the window and ask him, said Tita. But the great window was too high to reach, so they took Puppers cane and pushed it tip. Their little boy smiled, but they could not hear what he said. So they told him to come in and ran to open the big front door. He was a little frightened at first, but the carpet felt warm to his poor bare feet.

Starting point is 00:12:41 He told them that his name was Guido, and that he had come from Italy, which is a much warmer country than ours, and that he was very poor, so poor that he had no shoes, and had to go singing from house to house for a few pennies to get some dinner. And he was so hungry. Poor little boy, said Tita. Our mama is away and we're having a pretty little. said Christmas, but we'll try and make it nice for you. So they played games and Guido sang to them. Then the folding doors rolled back and there was the dining room and the table all set and Thomas the waiter was smiling, just as if it'd been a big dinner party instead of two very little girls.

Starting point is 00:13:40 The nurse said, well, I never, when she saw Guido, but she felt so sorry for the lonely little girls that she let him come to the table, and such a dinner as he ate. He had never had like it before. It was a fairy tale, he said. Just as dessert came on,

Starting point is 00:14:03 the door opened and in rowed, Mumma and Papa. The train had gotten in after all. They were so glad to see their darlings happy, instead of moping that they gave them some extra kisses. You may be sure little Guido never went hungry and barefoot after that. Long afterward he would say, that was a fairy Christmas. That night after Tita had said her prayers, she said, I know something. Whenever you feel sad and lonely, if you will just find somebody sadder and lonelier

Starting point is 00:14:43 than yourself and cheer them up, it will make you. And I think that was the very best kind of a Christmas lesson of love. Don't you, Grandma's Christmas gifts? Grandma Burns set knitting busily in the sun one bright morning the week before Christmas. The snow lay deep, and the hard crust glistened like silver.

Starting point is 00:15:18 All at once she heard little sighs of grief outside her door. When she opened it, there sat Peter and Jimmy Rice. Two very poor little boys, with their faces in their hands, and they were crying. My patience, cried Grandma, what could be the matter with two bright little boys this sunny morning. We don't have no good times, sighed little Peter. We can't slide.

Starting point is 00:15:50 We haven't any sleds, whimpered Jimmy. Why, of course, boys, can't have a good time without sleds, said Grandma cheerily. Let us look about and see if we can't find something. The cap, border bobbed behind barrels and boxes

Starting point is 00:16:09 in the shed, and all, but nothing could be found suitable. Hmm, I do believe this would do for little Pete, said the dear old lady, and drew a large pressed tin pan off the top shelf of the pantry. A long smooth butter tray was found for Jimmy, and Grandma shook her cap border with laughter to see them skim over the hard crust in their queer sleds. And the boy shouted, and swung their hands as they flew past the window. I do expect their wear about through, murmured Grand Marr,

Starting point is 00:16:57 but boys must slide that certain. And the pan was scowled as bright as a new silver dollar, and the red paint was all gone off the wooden tray when Peter and Jimmy brought their sleds back. Grandma knitted faster than ever all that day, and her face was bright with smiles. She was planning something. She went to see Job Easter that night. He promised to make two small sleds for the pair of socks she was knitting.

Starting point is 00:17:39 When the sleds were finished, she dyed them red and drew a yellow horse upon each one. Grandma called them horses, but no one would have suspected it. Then the night before Christmas, she drew on her great socks over her shoes to keep them from slipping, put on her hood and cloak and dragged the little sleds over to Peter and Timmy's house. She hitched them to the door latch and went home laughing all the way.

Guided Sleep Meditation & Sleep Hypnosis from Sleep Cove - Christmas Stories by The Fireside

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