Лучшие рождественские рассказы и стихотворения / Best Christmas Stories, Carols and Poems

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�You must tell him to be sure and come here tomorrow,’ said the Giant. But the children said that they did not know where he lived, and had never seen him before; and the Giant felt very sad.

Every afternoon, when school was over, the children came and played with the Giant. But the little boy whom the Giant loved was never seen again. The Giant was very kind to all the children, yet he longed for his first little friend, and often spoke of him. �How I would like to see him!’ he used to say.

Years went over, and the Giant grew very old and feeble. He could not play about any more, so he sat in a huge armchair, and watched the children at their games, and admired his garden. �I have many beautiful flowers,’ he said; �but the children are the most beautiful flowers of all.’

One winter morning he looked out of his window as he was dressing. He did not hate the Winter now, for he knew that it was merely the Spring asleep, and that the flowers were resting.

Suddenly he rubbed his eyes in wonder, and looked and looked.

It certainly was a marvellous sight. In the farthest corner of the garden was a tree quite covered with lovely white blossoms. Its branches were all golden, and silver fruit hung down from them, and underneath it stood the little boy he had loved.

Downstairs ran the Giant in great joy, and out into the garden. He hastened across the grass, and came near to the child. And when he came quite close his face grew red with anger, and he said, �Who hath dared to wound thee?’ For on the palms of the child’s hands were the prints of two nails, and the prints of two nails were on the little feet.

�Who hath dared to wound thee?’ cried the Giant; �tell me, that I may take my big sword and slay him.’

�Nay!’ answered the child; �but these are the wounds of Love.’

�Who art thou?’ said the Giant, and a strange awe fell on him, and he knelt before the little child.

And the child smiled on the Giant, and said to him, �You let me play once in your garden, to-day you shall come with me to my garden, which is Paradise.

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And when the children ran in that afternoon, they found the Giant lying dead under the tree, all covered with white blossoms.

Joseph Mohr;

translated by John F. Young

Silent Night

Silent night, holy night,

All is calm, all is bright

Round yon virgin mother and child.