Winter fairy tales

It was the day before Christmas Eve, a white quilt of snow glistened outside. There was a pleasant smell of food and Christmas gingerbread on the streets, children were building snowmen, and people were singing carols. Jin’s eyes lit up at the sight of the big Christmas tree in the town square, but he immediately felt sad as he remembered that they wouldn’t have much at home this Christmas. They wouldn’t even have anything to put in their mouths if the old baker on the street didn’t take pity on the boy and his mother. He returned home carrying a warm loaf of bread and eggs in a canvas bag the baker had given him. A few years ago Jin’s father died, the family was not easy. What’s more, his mother also became seriously ill.

Owls don’t have an easy time in winter. Do you think they are just sleeping or resting in the warmth of their tree cavity? Well, you’re wrong. Yes, you won’t see an owl in the woods during the day, it doesn’t fly out until dusk, but then it really has something to look forward to. He has to keep his ears and his excellent eyesight open and fly silently through the woods. From the branches, she keeps a close eye out for rustling, so she can hunt for the best food. And since mice, voles and frogs are known to sleep in winter, the owl must wait until it can catch a bird. And that can take a long time.

So we waited and the morning came when we don’t have to go to school. No homework, just time spent preparing for Christmas. Baking, cleaning and decorating our house is the duty of every household. However, there is one thing we love to do the most. Building a snowman. We open our eyes in the morning, have a quick breakfast and head out into the snow.

I’ll tell you something: Even Christmas trees have a nursery. Honestly, they do. Just not a nursery like your little kids have, where are doors, toys and teachers. Christmas trees have a nursery in a beautiful, green forest. Under a blue sky. With sunshine. With clouds. With rain. And snowflakes. Really!