Stories for Christmas

The Happy Prince: High above the city on a tall column, stood the statue of the Happy Prince...

The Happy Prince: Far away, far away in a little street there is a poor house...

The Happy Prince: When the day broke, he flew down to the river and had a bath...

The Happy Prince: In the square below there stands a little Match Girl...

The Happy Prince: So the swallow flew over the great city...

The Happy Prince: Leaf after leaf of the fine gold the swallow picked off...

The Happy Prince: Then the snow came...

The Happy Prince: Early the next morning, the Mayor was walking in the Square below...

The Happy Prince: 'Bring me the two most precious things in the city,' said God to one of his angels

A Christmas Carol: God rest ye merry gentlemen

A Christmas Carol: Quickly I made myself ready for bed

A Christmas Carol: There at my bedside

A Christmas Carol: Wake up, Man!

A Christmas Carol: And looking up, I beheld

Mr. Pickwick's Christmas: I have the highest pleasure (The Pickwickians set off to visit Mr. Wardie)

Mr. Pickwick's Christmas: But if they were cheerful and happy outside the house (At the farm)

Mr. Pickwick's Christmas: We're all ready, I believe (The dance)

The Small One: The same winter sun that dances on the northern snow...

The Small One: 'You see Pablo, once upon a Christmas eve there was a small donkey'...

The Small One: Well, it was early afternoon when the small boy and his small donkey went through the town gates...

The Small One: Well, the little boy and the little donkey left the marketplace, Pablo...

The Small One: And so, Pablo, The Small One passed through the town gates...

The Littlest Angel: Once upon a time of many, many years ago...

The Littlest Angel: But at length and at last, he slowly approached the doorway...

The Littlest Angel: And then in all those timeless days that followed...

The Littlest Angel: The angels, dark angels, the seraphim, the cherubim...

The Littlest Angel: A small, rough, unsightly box...

The Littlest Angel: The littlest angel wept hot, bitter tears...

The Littlest Angel: Then suddenly, the voice of God, like divine music, rose through Paradise

Lullaby of Christmas: This story is as old as Christmas...

Lullaby of Christmas: Yes, Ay-You was without the gift of speech...

Lullaby of Christmas: But the most stupendous and overwhelming thing of all, he'd be able to sing...

Lullaby of Christmas: But morning after morning God disappointed them...

Lullaby of Christmas: And then without the slightest warning of all came the dreadful day...

Lullaby of Christmas: And so Ay-You tried to sing...

Lullaby of Christmas: After a while he fell asleep...

Lullaby of Christmas: The Ay-You knew why he had been born never to speak until this moment