A Christmas story about a boy who sends his wishes by balloon
Red balloon martijn and his mother lived in a small village high in the mountains. They were poor. Martijn had no father. Martijn's mother was a seamstress, but in such a small town there is not much sewing. Martijn went every day after school to the forest to gather that he could sell wood. Still, she had just enough money for what they really were allernodigst.
One evening the baker's wife came to pick her new skirt. She put three coins for Martijn's mother on the table and a booklet for Martijn. "It's just an old agenda. But there are beautiful pictures."
"Thank you!" Martijn said happily. He sat down with the book by the flickering light and looked at the pictures. The picture in the month of December he liked best. Every year Santa Claus with his reindeer sleigh from the North Pole to us. He brings gifts for all with little children, stood underneath. For all the dear children? Am I not been good? Martijn wondered. I have never received a gift from Santa.
"Mama, what Santa brings presents?" he asked.
"I think he cares what the kids like to have," his mother replied. She rubbed her eyes. "I would not mind having a new lamp. I would have better light to sew. Martijn Come, we go to sleep."
But Martijn slept not at all tasty. He had all the time thinking about Santa Claus. Maybe Santa never brought him a gift because he did not know what Martijn wanted. That was it? But how was Martijn let Santa know what he wanted to do? Well, it had all pointless. Sadly Martijn pulled the blanket over his head.
The next morning Martijn Dirk, came against the driver. "I've brought you something," whispered Dirk mysterious. He was holding something behind his broad back clogged. "What then? Trick? Or a horse of wood carving?" recommended Martijn. "Error! Totally wrong!" Dirk laughed. At that time, went after him red sphere and the moon. "A Balloon!"
"I have in Urma bought at the fair for you," said Dirk. "And there is special air in, so he can fly."
Martijn carefully picked the string fixed. He was silent. Dirk region Martijn through his hair. Then he climbed back on his sled.
Thrilled with his beautiful balloon Martijn walked away. That afternoon he had gathered no wood. He sat on the fence around the sheep grazing and looked at his balloon. He could not his eyes off them. As red as the coat of Santa Claus and as round as his belly. And he danced so beautifully in the wind! If Martijn would let go of the rope, he would fly up in the sky. Or to the North Pole. Suddenly began to beat. Martijns heart faster Perhaps the balloon could bring his wishes to Santa Claus! Martijn jumped the fence and ran home. There he carefully tore a leaf from his notebook paper. He wrote a long letter:
Dear Santa,
My name is Martijn and I'm eight years.
I have a picture of you seen an agenda and I have a few wishes. Would you please bring a lamp to my mother? And I would like to have. Warm boots My shoes are so cold in the winter. And also like warm gloves. Mine have become so thin.
If I may ask one thing, it brings the lamp please.
I hope you can find me.
I live in Strenca on the mountain.
Please come!
Your Martijn.
Martijn folded the letter and tied him to the string of the balloon. When he climbed the mountain behind the village, all the way to the top.
Long Martijn stared into the distance. Where would be the North Pole? Did he really let his beautiful balloon go? But it was the only way to get. His letter to Santa Claus Martijn looked once or buttons all well stuck. Then he pressed a kiss on the cheek fat of the balloon and let him go.
But the cold mountain wind blew out to the north. He came from the north, and he blew Martijn balloon to the south. On forests, mountains and valleys to the sea. On the outskirts of a large city the balloon did not have enough strength left to fly farther. He floated along a roof and came down in a garden visit.
Moments later the old Thijs came out of his house. He saw the deflated balloon. "What is that stuff," he growled. Thijs was was often cantankerous since his wife died. That was because he felt so lonely. When Thijs Martijn saw letter. He unfolded it and read it. "He wants what Santa," snorted the old man. "Ha! What that represents is spoiled monkey do! Wish i would!" Thijs crumpled the letter and threw it in the garbage.
But that night slept Thijs not good. He kept thinking about Santa Claus. He used to have had wishes, children, grandchildren - and yet he was all alone. And that Martijn was perhaps not such a spoiled youngster. Boots, gloves and a lamp for his mother. What child now asked such things to Santa?
Very early in the morning was Thijs. He took Martijn letter back from the garbage. Strenca. Where was that?
Two days later there was a wonderful old man at the station of Urma. He had a red coat and he had a bag full of parcels with them. Above his head danced a red balloon. "Getting to Strenca?" asked the strange old man. "There, you can now only come with a horse-drawn sleigh," the stationmaster said. "Hey, Dirk, come here. This gentleman wants to Strenca."
A few hours later there was a knock on the door at Martijn. And when Santa Claus came. Really, really true - Santa Claus! He had fur-lined boots and wonderfully warm mittens Martijn with him. And a lamp that gave a lot of light for Martijn's mother. Fruit and sweets. And the beautiful Christmas balloon he had returned!
Santa stayed up all night with Martijn. He held his hand until he fell asleep. Then he talked long with Martijn's mother.
When daylight came the next morning, they loaded a bundle of clothes, the new lamp and the sewing basket on Dirks sled. When she went to the station of Urma.
Now living Martijn and his mother by Thijs. Every day after school Martijn plays in the garden. The old Thijs can laugh again and Martijn and his mother call him "Grandpa."
Every year as the Christmas, buy Martijn, his mother and Thijs a red balloon. Then they write Santa a thank you letter and tie it to the string. Then they let the balloon fly - over valleys, mountains and forests to the North Pole.
*** END ***
Red balloon martijn and his mother lived in a small village high in the mountains. They were poor. Martijn had no father. Martijn's mother was a seamstress, but in such a small town there is not much sewing. Martijn went every day after school to the forest to gather that he could sell wood. Still, she had just enough money for what they really were allernodigst.
One evening the baker's wife came to pick her new skirt. She put three coins for Martijn's mother on the table and a booklet for Martijn. "It's just an old agenda. But there are beautiful pictures."
"Mama, what Santa brings presents?" he asked.
"I think he cares what the kids like to have," his mother replied. She rubbed her eyes. "I would not mind having a new lamp. I would have better light to sew. Martijn Come, we go to sleep."
But Martijn slept not at all tasty. He had all the time thinking about Santa Claus. Maybe Santa never brought him a gift because he did not know what Martijn wanted. That was it? But how was Martijn let Santa know what he wanted to do? Well, it had all pointless. Sadly Martijn pulled the blanket over his head.
The next morning Martijn Dirk, came against the driver. "I've brought you something," whispered Dirk mysterious. He was holding something behind his broad back clogged. "What then? Trick? Or a horse of wood carving?" recommended Martijn. "Error! Totally wrong!" Dirk laughed. At that time, went after him red sphere and the moon. "A Balloon!"
"I have in Urma bought at the fair for you," said Dirk. "And there is special air in, so he can fly."
Martijn carefully picked the string fixed. He was silent. Dirk region Martijn through his hair. Then he climbed back on his sled.
Thrilled with his beautiful balloon Martijn walked away. That afternoon he had gathered no wood. He sat on the fence around the sheep grazing and looked at his balloon. He could not his eyes off them. As red as the coat of Santa Claus and as round as his belly. And he danced so beautifully in the wind! If Martijn would let go of the rope, he would fly up in the sky. Or to the North Pole. Suddenly began to beat. Martijns heart faster Perhaps the balloon could bring his wishes to Santa Claus! Martijn jumped the fence and ran home. There he carefully tore a leaf from his notebook paper. He wrote a long letter:
Dear Santa,
My name is Martijn and I'm eight years.
I have a picture of you seen an agenda and I have a few wishes. Would you please bring a lamp to my mother? And I would like to have. Warm boots My shoes are so cold in the winter. And also like warm gloves. Mine have become so thin.
If I may ask one thing, it brings the lamp please.
I hope you can find me.
I live in Strenca on the mountain.
Please come!
Your Martijn.
Martijn folded the letter and tied him to the string of the balloon. When he climbed the mountain behind the village, all the way to the top.
Long Martijn stared into the distance. Where would be the North Pole? Did he really let his beautiful balloon go? But it was the only way to get. His letter to Santa Claus Martijn looked once or buttons all well stuck. Then he pressed a kiss on the cheek fat of the balloon and let him go.
But the cold mountain wind blew out to the north. He came from the north, and he blew Martijn balloon to the south. On forests, mountains and valleys to the sea. On the outskirts of a large city the balloon did not have enough strength left to fly farther. He floated along a roof and came down in a garden visit.
Moments later the old Thijs came out of his house. He saw the deflated balloon. "What is that stuff," he growled. Thijs was was often cantankerous since his wife died. That was because he felt so lonely. When Thijs Martijn saw letter. He unfolded it and read it. "He wants what Santa," snorted the old man. "Ha! What that represents is spoiled monkey do! Wish i would!" Thijs crumpled the letter and threw it in the garbage.
But that night slept Thijs not good. He kept thinking about Santa Claus. He used to have had wishes, children, grandchildren - and yet he was all alone. And that Martijn was perhaps not such a spoiled youngster. Boots, gloves and a lamp for his mother. What child now asked such things to Santa?
Very early in the morning was Thijs. He took Martijn letter back from the garbage. Strenca. Where was that?
Two days later there was a wonderful old man at the station of Urma. He had a red coat and he had a bag full of parcels with them. Above his head danced a red balloon. "Getting to Strenca?" asked the strange old man. "There, you can now only come with a horse-drawn sleigh," the stationmaster said. "Hey, Dirk, come here. This gentleman wants to Strenca."
A few hours later there was a knock on the door at Martijn. And when Santa Claus came. Really, really true - Santa Claus! He had fur-lined boots and wonderfully warm mittens Martijn with him. And a lamp that gave a lot of light for Martijn's mother. Fruit and sweets. And the beautiful Christmas balloon he had returned!
Santa stayed up all night with Martijn. He held his hand until he fell asleep. Then he talked long with Martijn's mother.
When daylight came the next morning, they loaded a bundle of clothes, the new lamp and the sewing basket on Dirks sled. When she went to the station of Urma.
Now living Martijn and his mother by Thijs. Every day after school Martijn plays in the garden. The old Thijs can laugh again and Martijn and his mother call him "Grandpa."
Every year as the Christmas, buy Martijn, his mother and Thijs a red balloon. Then they write Santa a thank you letter and tie it to the string. Then they let the balloon fly - over valleys, mountains and forests to the North Pole.
*** END ***
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