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Friday, August 1, 2025

LoriAnn

12 PDF Christmas Stories


Check out Day One: Christmas Day in the Morning

Check out Day Two: The Three Trees

Check out Day Three: A Christmas Carol Quoteables

Check out Day Four: * The Gift of the Magi

Check out Day Five: I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day

Check out Day Six: ‘Twas the Night Before Christmas

Check out Day Seven: The Christmas Envelope

Check out Day Eight: The Secret of the Bullfinch

Check out Day Nine: Christmas Angel

Check out Day Ten: Candle in the Dark

Check out Day Eleven: The Very First Christmas Tree

Check out Day Twelve: The Candy Bomber

MOre... 19 Famous Stories And Poems from "Daring To Live Fully"


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Tuesday, December 10, 2024

LoriAnn

Paul Harvey A Christmas Parable

The late Paul Harvey retold this story for decades on his Christmas radio broadcast.
Note: Paul Harvey reads his Christmas presentation, “The Man and the Birds,” in the audio / video recording provided below. A written text of this piece is also provided below.

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A Man and the Birds

The man I’m going to tell you about was not a scrooge, he was a kind decent, mostly good man. Generous to his family and upright in his dealings with other men. But he just didn’t believe in all of that incarnation stuff that the churches proclaim at Christmas time. It just didn’t make sense and he was too honest to pretend otherwise. He just couldn’t swallow the Jesus story, about God coming to Earth as a man.

He told his wife I’m truly sorry to distress you, but I’m not going with you to church this Christmas Eve. He said he would feel like a hypocrite and that he would much rather just stay at home, but that he would wait up for them. So he stayed and they went to the midnight service.

Shortly after the family drove away in the car, snow began to fall. He went to the window to watch the flurries getting heavier and heavier and then he went back to his fireside chair and began to read his newspaper.

Minutes later he was startled by a thudding sound. Then another ... and then another. At first he thought someone must be throwing snowballs against the living room window. But when he went to the front door to investigate he found a flock of birds huddled outside miserably in the snow. They’d been caught in the storm and in a desperate search for shelter they had tried to fly through his large landscape window. That is what had been making the sound.

Birds

Well, he couldn’t let the poor creatures just lie there and freeze, so he remembered the barn where his children stabled their pony. That would provide a warm shelter. All he would have to do is to direct the birds into the shelter.

Quickly, he put on a coat and galoshes and he tramped through the deepening snow to the barn. He opened the doors wide and turned on a light so the birds would know the way in. But the birds did not come in.

So, he figured that food would entice them. He hurried back to the house and fetched some bread crumbs. He sprinkled them on the snow, making a trail of bread crumbs to the yellow-lighted wide open doorway of the stable. But to his dismay, the birds ignored the bread crumbs.

The birds continued to flap around helplessly in the snow. He tried catching them but could not. He tried shooing them into the barn by walking around and waving his arms. Instead, they scattered in every direction ... every direction except into the warm lighted barn.

And that’s when he realized they were afraid of him. To them, he reasoned, I am a strange and terrifying creature. If only I could think of some way to let them know that they can trust me. That I am not trying to hurt them, but to help them. But how? Any move he made tended to frighten them and confuse them. They just would not follow. They would not be led or shooed because they feared him.

He thought to himself, if only I could be a bird and mingle with them and speak their language. Then I could tell them not to be afraid. Then I could show them the way to the safe warm ... to the safe warm barn. But I would have to be one of them so they could see ... and hear ... and understand.

At that moment the church bells began to ring. The sound reached his ears above the sounds of the wind.

Bells

He stood there listening to the bells, Adeste Fidelis, listening to the bells pealing the glad tidings of Christmas.

And he sank to his knees in the snow ...


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Merry Christmas


A sincere thank you to the late Chicago based radio broadcaster Paul Harvey who retold this story for decades on his Christmas radio broadcast. Listening to this story became a wonderful Christmas tradition for many.

Editor’s Note: The origin and author of The Man and the Birds Christmas Story is unknown. According to Paul Harvey, who retold this parable every Christmas for decades, “the story was originally published by United Press International by Louis Cassels, a longtime friend of mine and colleague. He and I tried for many years to trace the author of these words. We never could and it occurs to me that maybe some things are supposed to be written without credit to any particular individual ...”



More from Paul Harvey...

Read the new adaptation of "The Man and the Birds" called The Professor and the Birds from ChristmasStory.org


Paul Harvey - "It's A Wonderful Life"... The Rest Of The Story
- The retelling of an edition of The Rest of The Story which tells of how the Christmas movie "It's A Wonderful Life" became so popular.


PaulHarveyArchives.com - Search for other recordings from Paul Harvey such as :

    - Christmas Card (first, controversial)
    - Christmas Carols (singing a sin in England 1647)
    - Christmas Eve Escape (POW camp tunnel 1944)
    - Christmas Illegal (England and Colonies 1652)
    - Christmas Tree (German custom brought to England)
    - Christmas Tree Lights (75 years old)
    - Christmas Truce (WW1 1914) video

#paulharveystories #paulharveyradioshow
#therestofthestory #paulharveytherestofthestory


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Sunday, December 17, 2023

LoriAnn

THE HELPFUL CHRISTMAS MOUSE (Activity)


Divide the group into three smaller groups and assign each group one of the words listed below. Read the story. After each of the words is read pause for the group to make the appropriate response.
    MOUSE "SQUEAK, SQUEAK",
    SANTA "HO, HO, HO"
    NIGHT "HO-HUM"

Twas the NIGHT __ before Christmas, and fast asleep in the house,
Was wonders of wonders a little fat MOUSE __.
A MOUSE __ sleeping at NIGHT __, oh what a riot,
But the reason it happened, he was on a diet.
How the MOUSE __'s stomach began to hurt and growl,
But since he was dieting, at NIGHT __ he shouldn't prowl.
Mom was so thoughtful before she retired at NIGHT __,
And for dear old SANTA __ she had left a bite.
That NIGHT __ in his dreams, the MOUSE __'s nose did twitch,
As the smell of the food into his nostrils crept!
Soon the poor little MOUSE __ began to claw at his nose
Then he began to quiver from his head to his toes.
Though he was trying to sleep with all of his might,
His sleep had been ruined for the rest of the NIGHT __.
So up the MOUSE __ got and with a great, big yawn,
He peeked out the window and there on the lawn,
He saw something there that was, indeed a strange sight,
For there sat SANTA __ in the cold, dark NIGHT __.
He was holding his beg as if ready to leave,
But great salty tears were bouncing off his sleeve.
The MOUSE __ just stood there as if in fright,
Trying to imagine what was wrong that NIGHT __.
Then he crept to the door and threw it open wide,
And motioned for SANTA __ to come and join him inside.
So SANTA __ came in and sat down with the MOUSE __
And confessed that NIGHT __ he felt like a louse.
He had eaten so much during the Holiday Season,
He almost got stuck in the chimney and that was the reason.

So SANTA __ and the MOUSE __ made a contract that NIGHT __
That he would help SANTA __ make Christmas come out right.
So off they went together, Old SANTA __ and that MOUSE __
To pay the yearly visit to each and every house.
With the fat little MOUSE __ so filled with delight,
As he ate for old SANTA __ all the snacks left that NIGHT __.
When the journey was over, the MOUSE __ returned to his home,
With his stomach full of goodies, he no longer wanted to roam.
But he had followed SANTA __ and helped a Merry Christmas to give,
So he'd just sacrifice and as a fat MOUSE __ live.
When he went fast to sleep with not a worry in him,
Since he had eaten all NIGHT __ he would just dream he was slim.


Christmas activity shared from Bonnie Terry Learning
Bonnie Terry, M. Ed., BCET is internationally recognized as America’s Leading Learning Specialist. She is an award winning author and learning disability specialist and board certified educational therapist.


Here is the Christmas Holiday Word Search, Why Santa Has a Beard Story, and more...

View/Print the ASW-Auditory-XMAS-Story-THE-HELPFUL-CHRISTMAS-MOUSE.pdf



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Thursday, December 14, 2023

LoriAnn

Christmas Stories from Ririro.com


Santa Claus And The Mouse

Written by: Emilie Poulsson

Once upon a Christmas Eve, Santa Claus made a stop at a certain house to fill the children’s stockings. As he was doing so, he was surprised to find a little mouse awake and watching him. Santa greeted the mouse warmly and said, “A merry Christmas, little friend.” The mouse replied, “The same to you, sir.” Santa, finding the mouse’s presence amusing, said, “You’re very welcome to stay and watch.”

As Santa filled the stockings with toys, he proudly declared that they wouldn’t be able to hold anything more. But the mouse had other ideas. With a twinkle in his eye, he politely suggested that there was one more thing he could fit into the stockings. Santa, thinking the mouse was joking, laughed and said, “Don’t I know how to pack? By filling stockings all these years, I should have learned the knack.”

Santa then offered the mouse a challenge, and gave him permission to try and fit one more thing into the stocking. The mouse, with a chuckle, stole over to the stocking and gnawed a small hole at the toe of the stocking. He then looked up at Santa and said, “Now, if you please, good Santa Claus, I’ve put in one thing more. For you will own that little hole was not in there before.”

Santa couldn’t help but laugh at the mouse’s clever joke, and promised him a Christmas cheese for his clever trick. And, if anyone ever doubted the truth of this story, Santa could show them the very stocking with the hole that the little mouse had gnawed through.


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Tuesday, December 20, 2022

LoriAnn

Santa's Surprise Visit

Gifts are inspected for utter perfection
His sleigh's getting ready to head your direction.

Tuesday, November 29, 2022

LoriAnn

The Story Finder


Old Mr. Turner hummed a Christmas tune as he and his sleigh horse Bill went out for a ride. Mr. Turner was bundled in his winter coat and his favorite hat sat at a jaunty angle upon his head. If one looked closely, they would have seen a pair of bright blue eyes twinkling out at the world hiding in an age-worn, but happy face. Bill’s harness bells jingled merrily, as his hooves crunched the snow. A light dusting of white rested on his grey dappled back.

Sometimes, Mr. Turner and Bill brought wooden toys Mr. Turner had carved for different children or food and clothes for those in need. And sometimes, they would deliver a tree from Mr. Turner’s farm. But what Mr. Turner loved best was telling stories. Children of all ages loved them. He might even bring his guitar or mandolin if the mood struck him. Mr. Turner believed the world was full of stories waiting to be told or written. He also liked to look for stories.

Today he had just one tree to deliver and was in a mind to look for stories. Meanwhile, Bill’s ears flicked towards the woods. Did his driver hear the faint whisper of sound? See the shadow of movement, small and slight? Bill huffed, breath misting in the cold.
“Whoa!” Mr. Turner pulled on the reins. “What is it Bill?”
Bill pawed the ground and turned his dappled head towards the woods. He whinnied as big brown eyes met small gray ones peeping around a tree.
“Why bless me!” Mr. Turner exclaimed quietly. “It’s a Christmas Elf!”
Bill cocked a dark, gray ear back listening to the voice of his driver.
“My grandmother told me once, when she was a girl, she saw one in these very same woods! And this one looks like a lass too!”
“Hello!” Mr. Turner said tipping his hat.
The elf girl was very still.
“We won’t bother her,” he said to Bill. “Goodness knows what kind of elf errands she has this cold winter.

Well looks like the story found us this time Bill. And I think it’s the kind of story children of all ages have to find for themselves. It’s a quiet kind of story, more for keepin’ and less for the tellin’. “ Bill seemed to nod his large head in agreement, harness bells merrily jingling.

“Best of luck on your errands, lass!” Mr. Turner smiled.
The elf said nothing in reply, but intently watched Mr. Turner and Bill.
At last they were on their way. Mr. Turner held an arm up and waved. “Farewell!” he said without looking back.
Somewhere in the trees, a small figure smiled.
Bill’s hoof beats faded away from the forest and Old Mr. Turner chuckled to himself as he hummed Christmas tunes, bright, blue eyes twinkling out at the world.


Author: Mason Trent

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