Can anybody name a classical christmas story and briefly describe?

Question

Ok, I have an assignment in my writing class that I need a little help with. We have to re-write a classical christmas story as our own. I can't think of a good story I want to write about. The only ones I can think of are "Christmas Carol" and "Gift of the Magi" Can you guys name any more for me and briefly describe the story in case I've never heard of it? Thanks

Answer 1

Try telling Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer from the perspective of one of the other reindeer. How did Blitzen feel about it?

"The Polar Express" is a good story too. Or my favorite is "Mr. Willoughby's Christmas Tree" - he buys a grand tree for his grand house, but it's too tall, so he lops off the bit at the top... which is then given to the maid, but it's too tall for her room, so she lops the top off of that... thent he gardener takes that bit... and so on down through the forest animals... and everyone feels, "Isn't is grand to have a tree/ Exactly like Mr. Willoughby?"

Answer 2

It's New Mexican style, which is slightly different than Southwest. We have brick floors except in the bedrooms, with some Navajo area rugs over the bricks as accents. The brick floors are in a herringbone pattern. We have high ceilings, with vigas and latillas. Most of the rooms have kiva fireplaces. The mantles over the fireplaces are hand carved wood. The interior artwork is somewhat mixed, but mission style furniture and folk art from New Mexico, Mexico, South America, Native American and even African. The style, which may be difficult to understand without googling the terms, is very clean, crisp and almost plain, but for the abundance of artwork and bright fabrics. The exterior construction is adobe, with stucco over the adobe. The wall surrounding our front yard is made with straw bales covered by stucco. We have a xeroscaped lot, with a bamboo fence and no grass, but lots of scrubs, native flowers, herbs and native trees. The landscaping criteria is low water use.

Answer 3

How the Grinch stole Christmas. The Grinch is upset at the Christmas stuff that is going on at the town below. The noise and the happiness, so he decides to steal everything because he thinks that will stop Christmas. He was wrong

Answer 4

Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer
Its about a reindeer that is not like everyone else and all the other deer make fun of him. His own father wants him to hide that thing that makes him stand out because he is embarassed. Once everyone learns that Rudolph's red nose is helpful and cool then he is accepted.

Answer 5

Santa the dog ..........
their once was a boy who was very sad he had to move away from all of his friends .The only one who was his true friend was his dog "the dog has no name yet".The day he had to move was a really bad day because when the boy was in the car he realized that he had left his favorite toy behind .He told his mother and all she said was it was to late to go back.So as soon as the family walked out of the car the dog jumped out of the car and ran.TO MONTHS LATER.............the Little boy was happy it was Christmas but he still missed his dog then suddenly he saw a little dog with something in his mouth .It was his dog holding his toy he ran outside.Grabbed the dog and hugged him were he thought of the name SANTA................THE END

Answer 6

Elf, the movie with will farell, its classicly funny. and the best christmas movie out.

A man thinks he's an elf, he finds out he's not, goes to new york... runs a muck... and gets everyone to believe in santa therefore saving christmas :)

Answer 7

The Night Before Christmas
THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS
(A VISIT FROM ST. NICHOLAS)

by Clement Clarke Moore

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that ST. NICHOLAS soon would be there;

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;

"Now, DASHER! now, DANCER! now, PRANCER and VIXEN!
On, COMET! on CUPID! on, DONDER and BLITZEN!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.

His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
"HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT."



Yes, Virginia, There is a Santa Claus
We take pleasure in answering this prominently the communication below, expressing at the same time our great gratification that its faithful author is numbered among the friends of The Sun:

Dear Editor---

I am 8 years old. Some of my little friends say there is no Santa Claus. Papa says, "If you see it in The Sun, it's so." Please tell me the truth, is there a Santa Claus?

Virginia O'Hanlon



Virginia,

your little friends are wrong. They have been affected by the scepticism of a sceptical age. They do not believe except they see. They think that nothing can be which is not comprehensible by their little minds. All minds, Virginia, whether they be men's or children's, are little. In this great universe of ours, man is a mere insect, an ant, in his intellect as compared with the boundless world about him, as measured by the intelligence capable of grasping the whole of truth and knowledge.

Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus. He exists as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy. Alas! how dreary would be the world if there were no Santa Claus! It would be as dreary as if there were no Virginias. There would be no childlike faith then, no poetry, no romance to make tolerable this existence. We should have no enjoyment, except in sense and sight. The external light with which childhood fills the world would be extinguished.

Not believe in Santa Claus! You might as well not believe in fairies. You might get your papa to have men to watch in all the chimneys on Christmas eve to catch Santa Claus, but even if you did not see Santa Claus coming down, what would that prove? Nobody sees Santa Claus, but that is no sign that there is no Santa Claus. The most real things in the world are those that neither children nor men can see. Did you ever see fairies dancing on the lawn? Of course not, but that's no proof that they are not there. Nobody can conceive of or imagine all the wonders there are unseen and unseeable in the world.

You tear apart the baby's rattle and see what makes the noise inside, but there is a veil covering the unseen world which not the strongest men, nor even the united strength of all the strongest men that ever lived could tear apart. Only faith, poetry, love romance, can push aside that curtain and view and picture the supernal beauty and glory beyond. Is it all real? Ah, Virginia, in all this world there is nothing else real and abiding.

No Santa Claus! Thank God! he lives and lives forever. A thousand years from now, Virginia, nay 10 times 10,000 years from now, he will continue to make glad the heart of childhood.



The W in Christmas
The "W" in Christmas
Author Unknown

Each December, I vowed to make Christmas a calm and peaceful
experience. I had cut back on nonessential obligations - extensive card
writing, endless baking, decorating, and even overspending.

Yet still, I found myself exhausted, unable to appreciate the
precious family moments, and of course, the true meaning of
Christmas.

My son, Nicholas, was in kindergarten that year. It was an
exciting season for a six year old. For weeks, he'd been memorizing songs for his school's "Winter Pageant."

I didn't have the heart to tell him I'd be working the night of
the production. Unwilling to miss his shining moment, I spoke with
his teacher. She assured me there'd be a dress rehearsal the
morning of the presentation. All parents unable to attend that evening
were welcome to come then. Fortunately, Nicholas seemed
happy with the compromise.

So, the morning of the dress rehearsal, I filed in ten minutes
early, found a spot on the cafeteria floor and sat down. Around
the room, I saw several other parents quietly scampering to their seats.

As I waited, the students were led into the room. Each class,
accompanied by their teacher, sat cross-legged on the floor. Then, each group, one by
one, rose to perform their song.

Because the public school system had long stopped referring to
The holiday as "Christmas," I didn't expect anything other than fun,
commercial entertainment - songs of reindeer, Santa Claus,
snowflakes and good cheer. So, when my son's class rose to sing,
"Christmas Love," I was slightly taken aback by its bold title.

Nicholas was aglow, as were all of his classmates, adorned in
fuzzy mittens, red sweaters, and bright snowcaps upon their heads.

Those in the front row- center stage - held up large letters,
one by one, to spell out the title of the song. As the class would sing
"C is for Christmas," a child would hold up the letter C.

Then, "H is for Happy," and on and on, until
each child holding up his portion had presented the complete message, "Christmas
Love." The performance was going smoothly, until suddenly, we noticed
her; a small, quiet, girl in the front row holding the letter "M"
upside down - totally unaware her letter "M" appeared as a "W".

The audience of 1st through 6th graders snickered at this little
one's mistake. But she had no idea they were laughing at her,
so she stood tall, proudly holding her "W".

Although many teachers tried to shush the children, the laughter
continued until the last letter was raised, and we all saw it
together. A hush came over the audience and eyes began to
widen.

In that instant, we understood the reason we were there, why we
celebrated the holiday in the first place, why even in the
chaos, there was a purpose for our festivities.

For when the last letter was held high, the message read loud
and clear: "C H R I S T W A S L O V E"

And, I believe, He still is.