Category: Christmas Stories

  • The Dolls’ Christmas Party by Clement Clarke Moore

    It was the week before Christmas, and the dolls In the toy-shop played together all night. The biggest one was from Paris. One night she said, “We ought to have a party before Santa Claus carries us away to the little girls. I can dance, and I will show you how.” “I can dance myself…

  • Christmas Day by Clement Clarke Moore

    “Boys,” said Mrs. Howard one morning, looking up from a letter she was reading, “I have had a letter from your grandmamma. She writes that she is returning to England shortly.” The boys went on with their breakfast without showing any great amount of interest in this piece of news, for they had never seen…

  • The Fairy Christmas by Clement Clarke Moore

    It was Christmas Day, and Toddy and Tita were alone. Papa and mamma had gone out West to see their big boy who was ill. They had promised to be home for Christmas, but a big snow had blocked the railroad track, and nurse was afraid the train would be delayed until the day after…

  • Grandma’s Christmas Gifts by Clement Clarke Moore

    Grandma Burns sat knitting busily in the sun one bright morning the week before Christmas. The snow lay deep, and the hard crust glistened like silver. 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…

  • The Christmas Carol of the Birds by Clement Clarke Moore

    Do you know, when we are having such good times at Christmas, what sweet music they have in Norway, that cold country across the sea? One day in the year the simple peasants who live there make the birds very happy, so that they sing, of their own free-will, a glad, joyous carol on Christmas…

  • Santa Claus Does Not Forget by Clement Clarke Moore

    Bertie was a very good boy. He was kind, obedient, truthful, and unselfish. He had, however, one great fault,—he always forgot. No matter how important the errand, his answer always was, “I forgot.” When he was sent with a note to the dress-maker his mother would find the note in his pocket at night. If…

  • A Turkey for One by Clement Clarke Moore

    Lura’s Uncle Roy is in Japan. He used to take Christmas dinner at Lura’s home. Now he could only write her papa to say a box of gifts had been sent, and one was for his little girl. The little girl clapped her hands, crying, “Oh, mamma! don’t you think it is the chain and…

  • The Shoemaker And The Devil by Anton Chekhov

    It was Christmas Eve. Marya had long been snoring on the stove; all the paraffin in the little lamp had burnt out, but Fyodor Nilov still sat at work. He would long ago have flung aside his work and gone out into the street, but a customer from Kolokolny Lane, who had a fortnight before…

  • Turkeys Turning The Tables by William Dean Howells

    “Well, you see,” the papa began, on Christmas morning, when the little girl had snuggled in his lap into just the right shape for listening, “it was the night after Thanksgiving, and you know how everybody feels the night after Thanksgiving.” “Yes; but you needn’t begin that way, papa,” said the little girl; “I’m not…

  • Christmas Every Day by William Dean Howells

    The little girl came into her papa’s study, as she always did Saturday morning before breakfast, and asked for a story. He tried to beg off that morning, for he was very busy, but she would not let him. So he began: “Well, once there was a little pig—” She put her hand over his…

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