I love old folk and fairy tales and like to retell them in my own way. Recently I had a go at narrating one and here is the result. Much more practice needed I think but I hope you enjoy the story.
A Yuletide Wish
In a far away place,
A long time ago,
On a Yuletide night
Where deep lay the snow,
There lived an old man
With his elderly wife,
They were kindly people
Who took enjoyment from life.
They had few regrets,
But one wish made them sad,
They had never been blessed
With a lass or a lad.
And on this particular Yule
It seemed to bother them more,
This grief that they held;
Til a knock on the door,
Startled they answered
And there a girl stood,
Pale as the snow
And wearing no hood.
“Come,” she said smiling
Her voice like a song,
“Come into the snow,
Come along, come along.”
She skipped and she twirled
Like a snowflake free,
And the couple went out
To join in her glee.
They danced and they sang
And the stars shined bright,
But the couple grew cold
And went in from the night.
“Come little one,”
They called to the child
“Come in from the cold,
For the weather grows wild.”
“I cannot,” said the girl
“This is where I belong,
Where the snow falls down
And the wind blows strong.”
But the couple protested
And brought her in nonetheless,
Stood her near the fire
To dry off her dress.
And the girl she grew weak,
Her eyes they did plead
“I’m a spirit of snow,
In here I can’t breathe.”
The old couple smiled sadly
They saw the truth in her eyes
So they opened the door
And said their goodbyes.
The little girl she did vow
“Next year I’ll come
But as soon as I’m grown up
Then that’s the last one”
The child never grew up
So she came every Yule
And when the old couple passed
Their wish had come true.
Earth Mother Nature Lover 