Podcasts about christmas stories

I'm finally behind the microphone again, bringing you all the cozy Christmas vibes as we countdown to Christmas 2025. Today, I read an Irish Christmas Story called "Frank Forrest's Mince-Pie" by Fr. Patrick Augustine Sheehan. It tells the story of a young man named Frank who has some strange Christmas dreams about Mince pies, an act of kindness - and of course, what Victorian Christmas story would be complete without some ghostly visitors! I also recommend a book of Christmas stories and share some Irish Christmas traditions!  Timestamps: 00:00 Life Update! 05:00 Cozy Book Corner: Book Recommendation - The Valancourt etc 08:45 Christmas Traditions in Ireland - National Museum of Ireland 15:52 Story Intro 17:14 Frank Forrest's Mince-Pie by Francis Augustine Sheehan 32:07 Reflections and Closing Thoughts       Ways to support the show: Rate and review: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/a-cozy-christmas-podcast/id1523423375  Buy me a coffee? www.ko-fi.com/cozychristmas  Ornaments, Mugs, and Notebooks: https://www.etsy.com/shop/CozyChristmasPodcast  Logo shirt designs: http://tee.pub/lic/edygC_h4D1c    Contact Me: facebook: https://www.facebook.com/cozychristmaspodcast  instagram: https://www.instagram.com/cozychristmaspodcast/  twitter: https://twitter.com/CozyXmasPod  youtube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCCikiozEbu0h9pKeI1Ei5TQ email: cozychristmaspodcast@gmail.com        #cozy #christmas #christmaspodcast #podcast

The Out of Tune InstrumentsOn the bank of a stream, where a great many colorful little fish swam, lived a small family: mamma, babbo, and their seven children — four boys and three girls. Their house was a bit far from the town of Strumentopoli, but being close to the stream and next to the Great Forest made it a wonderful place to live.Mamma lovingly tended the vegetable garden. Babbo, on the other hand, was a woodworker who crafted musical instruments from the finest trunks, chosen among the sturdiest and most fragrant trees in the forest.The children went to school in the village. In winter, they reached it on skis, while in spring and autumn they rode in a cart pulled by two young deer — one white and one black, like the keys of a piano.Before they left, babbo counted them one by one to make sure no one was missing. Then, as he did every day, he reminded them:“Behave yourselves, don't skip school, and remember the tale of Pinocchio and his nose!”Those words always ended with a smile from everyone.Babbo would then return to his workshop. His instruments were well-made, using excellent materials, but there was one problem: they were out of tune. Still, as a good luthier, he didn't lose heart. His passion for music was so strong that teaching his children to play had become a joy. He even gave them special names: Chitarra, Violino, Oboe, Liuto, Arpa, Bongo, and Ukulele.Mamma didn't object. Of course, naming them after vegetables might have been funny, but their village friends probably would've made fun of them.The children did well in school, and when they came home, they helped mamma in the garden. One day, though, they mistook some nettle plants for lettuce — what a sting! They all ran straight to the stream and jumped in to soothe the burning.The little fish burst into laughter:“You're so silly! Ah ah ah!”Mamma helped them out of the water and, turning to the fish, said:“This evening, at sunset, there will be a concert in our courtyard. My children will perform with their instruments. You're all invited!”The fish replied enthusiastically:“Thanks for the invitation! We'll be there for sure — it's going to rain, and we love splashing! Splich, sploch, splach!”That evening turned out to be a real party. At the concert of slightly strange and delightfully quirky music, everyone had a blast: the musicians, the animals from the forest, and even the fish — who mamma cheerfully sprayed with water.After that joyful evening, life went back to its usual pace: school, garden, and even the forest. In fact, during their free time, the children often helped babbo choose and cut wood to build his instruments.The Great Forest had become familiar to them. So one day, while they were playing there and climbing trees, the kids spotted a group of gnomes huddled together, looking agitated. They quickly hid behind some bushes to observe and listen in on their conversation.The meeting, called in great haste, was to make a decision about an imminent danger. A powerful storm was on the way. They spoke of a hurricane wind that hadn't been seen or heard in a hundred years — or perhaps even longer — and it was heading for the forest.“We must stop it, by any means,” said the gnomes.So they decided to call on an old ally: the Great Warrior of the Mountain, armed with a sword and magical powers. He was the one who, in the past, had already defeated dragons and even extraterrestrials who had tried to conquer Earth.The seven children, alarmed by the news and determined to help in the battle, ran quickly back to the house — also to warn the villagers of the impending danger. Meanwhile, the wind drew closer. You could hear it from afar — wild and howling. As it passed, the trees bent until their tops brushed the ground. Some swayed, others snapped, and a few were completely uprooted.The people of Strumentopoli, who had begun to feel the wind blowing through the village streets and saw the Great Warrior descending the mountain, grew concerned — but they didn't panic. Everyone grabbed their instruments and rushed toward the house by the stream to help the family who lived there, and together try to save the Great Forest.At the same time, the colorful fish arrived — united and determined — along with the other animals of the woods and stream.“All together we can form a barrier and block the wind!” they shouted in unison.At that moment, the children of the family — still out of breath from running — stepped forward and said:“We have our babbo's instruments too. They're strange, a bit out of tune… but if we all play together, maybe we can stop the storm.” And with that, they rushed into the house and came back out in no time at all.The gnomes, fully aware of the instruments' flaws, cast a powerful musical spell. When the children began to play, something magical happened. For the first time, the music was melodious, harmonious, and full of feeling.One by one, all the people of Strumentopoli joined in. Each person, with their own instrument, contributed as if they were all part of one great orchestra.The hurricane wind — engaged in a fierce battle with the Great Warrior of the Mountain — heard the music from afar and immediately began to calm. Its howling softened, and by the time it reached the forest, it had become a cool mountain gust, and finally… a gentle valley breeze.The wind had become part of that marvelous orchestra — the battle was won thanks to everyone. Each had offered their own music and helped bring about the victory.“United we are strong,” they all said proudly.The babbo luthier continued building instruments with the finest wood the forest had to offer. They were so beautiful and sounded so good that people said they were the most melodic ever heard.The children — Chitarra, Violino, Oboe, Liuto, Arpa, Bongo, and Ukulele — joined the village band. At every festival, they played with great success, cheered on by applause and warm smiles. Even the gnomes and the Great Warrior listened to their music… from the forest and the mountain.The colorful fish swam and danced happily in the stream, and when someone passed by, they greeted them with joyful splashes.The family continued to live near the Great Forest, and on summer evenings, when everything finally grew quiet, they would lie along the stream and watch the stars above. Their hearts would tell stories… and the night would write the happy ending of every tale.

Strumenti StonatiSulla riva di un ruscello, dove nuotava una gran quantità di pesciolini di tutti i colori, abitava una famigliola: mamma, babbo e sette figlioli — quattro maschietti e tre femminucce.La loro casa era un po' distante dal paese di Strumentopoli, ma vicini al ruscello e accanto al Grande Bosco ci si stava proprio bene.La mamma coltivava con cura le verdure nell'orto. Il babbo, invece, era un artigiano del legno e creava strumenti musicali con i tronchi migliori, scelti tra gli alberi più solidi e profumati del bosco.I ragazzi andavano a scuola in paese. In inverno ci arrivavano con gli sci, mentre in primavera e autunno viaggiavano su un carretto trainato da due cerbiatti — uno bianco e uno nero, come le note del pianoforte. Prima della partenza, il babbo li contava uno per uno per assicurarsi che nessuno mancasse. Poi, come ogni giorno, si raccomandava“Comportatevi bene, non marinate la scuola e ricordatevi la favola di Pinocchio e del suo naso!”A quelle parole si salutavano tutti con un sorriso.Il babbo tornava poi al suo lavoro. I suoi strumenti erano costruiti con cura e ottimo materiale, ma c'era un problema: erano stonati. Da buon liutaio, però, non si scoraggiava e la sua passione per la musica era così grande che insegnare ai figli a suonare era stato un divertimento. Aveva perfino scelto per loro nomi speciali: Chitarra, Violino, Oboe, Liuto, Arpa, Bongo e Ukulele.La mamma non fece obiezione. D'altronde, chiamarli con i nomi delle verdure sarebbe stato simpatico, ma forse i loro amici del paese li avrebbero presi in giro.I bambini erano bravi a scuola, e quando tornavano a casa, si davano da fare nell'orto, aiutando la mamma. Un giorno, però, scambiarono delle piantine di ortica per lattuga: che pizzicore! E allora via tutti di corsa, un tuffo nel ruscello per rinfrescarsi e calmare il bruciore. I pesciolini si sbellicavano dalle risate:“Ma siete proprio sciocchi! Ah ah ah!”La mamma li aiutò a uscire dall'acqua e, rivolta ai pesci, disse:“Stasera, al tramonto, ci sarà un concerto nel cortile di casa. Si esibiranno i miei figli con i loro strumenti. Siete tutti invitati!”I pesci risposero con entusiasmo:“Bene, grazie per l'invito! Arriveremo fin lì, tanto pioverà e sguazzare si potrà. Splich, sploch, splach!”Quella sera fu una vera festa. Al concerto di musica un po' strana e strampalata, tutti si divertirono da matti: i musicisti, gli animali arrivati dal bosco, e pure i pesci — che la mamma provvedeva a spruzzare con l'acqua.Dopo quella serata allegra, la vita riprese tranquilla, tra scuola, orto e anche il bosco. Infatti, nel tempo libero, a volte ci andavano ad aiutare il babbo a scegliere e tagliare il legno per costruire i suoi strumenti. Il Grande Bosco era ormai un luogo familiare per loro. Così, un giorno, mentre ci giocavano arrampicandosi sugli alberi, i ragazzini videro un gruppo di gnomi che complottavano irrequieti. Si nascosero dietro a dei cespugli, ad osservare e ascoltare i loro discorsi.La riunione, convocata in gran fretta, era per prendere una decisione su un pericolo imminente. C'era una pericolosa tempesta in arrivo. Si parlava di un vento d'uragano che non si era mai visto né sentito da cent'anni — o forse più — e che stava per raggiungere il bosco.“Bisogna fermarlo, con ogni mezzo,” dicevano gli gnomi.Così, decisero di chiedere aiuto a un vecchio alleato: il Grande Guerriero Della Montagna, armato di spada e poteri magici. Colui che in passato aveva già sconfitto draghi e perfino extraterrestri che volevano conquistare la Terra.I sette bambini, allarmati dalla notizia e decisi ad aiutare nella battaglia, corsero velocemente verso casa, anche per avvisare gli abitanti del villaggio del pericolo incombente. Intanto il vento si avvicinava. Si sentiva da lontano: era selvaggio e ululante. Al suo passaggio, gli alberi si piegavano fino a sfiorare il suolo. Alcuni ondeggiavano, altri si spezzavano o venivano sradicati.Gli abitanti di Strumentopoli, che cominciavano a sentire il vento per le strade del paese e videro il Grande Guerriero scendere dalla montagna, si allarmarono, ma non si fecero prendere dal panico. Ognuno prese il loro strumento e tutti si misero a correre verso la casa sul ruscello per aiutare la famiglia che ci viveva e insieme a loro provare a salvare il Grande Bosco.Allo stesso tempo anche i pesciolini colorati arrivarono, uniti e determinati, e così fecero anche gli altri animali del bosco e del ruscello:“Tutti insieme possiamo formare una barriera e bloccare il vento!” Dissero all'unisono.A quel punto, anche i ragazzini della famiglia, rientrati affannati dalla corsa, si fecero avanti e dissero:“Anche noi abbiamo gli strumenti musicali del babbo; sono strani, un po' stonati… ma se li suoniamo tutti insieme, forse riusciremo a fermare la bufera.” E così dicendo entrarono in casa e tornarono in un battibaleno.Gli gnomi, conoscendo bene i limiti di quegli strumenti, con un incantesimo misero in atto una magia musicale molto potente.Quando i ragazzini iniziarono a suonare, accadde qualcosa di speciale. La musica, per la prima volta, fu melodiosa, armonica e coinvolgente. Ad uno ad uno anche tutti gli abitanti di Strumentopoli si aggregarono ed ognuno con il proprio strumento contribuì come se tutti fossero parte di una grande orchestra. Il vento d'uragano, che era impegnato in un combattimento furioso con il Grande Guerriero Della Montagna, la sentì da lontano e immediatamente cominciò a calmarsi. Il suo ululare iniziò a moderare di potenza e quando arrivò vicino al bosco era una fresca tramontana che, infine, si trasformò in una dolce brezza di valle. Il vento ora era divenuto parte di quella meravigliosa orchestra — la battaglia era stata vinta per merito di tutti. Ognuno aveva offerto la propria musica e aveva contribuito al successo. L'unione fa la forza. Dissero tutti insieme, soddisfatti.Il babbo liutaio continuò a costruire strumenti con i legni più pregiati offerti dal bosco. Erano talmente belli e suonavano così bene che si diceva fossero i più melodiosi mai ascoltati.I figli — Chitarra, Violino, Oboe, Liuto, Arpa, Bongo e Ukulele — entrarono a far parte della banda del paese. Ad ogni festa, suonavano con successo, tra applausi e sorrisi. Anche gli gnomi e il Grande Guerriero ascoltavano la loro musica… dal bosco e dalla montagna. I pesciolini colorati nuotavano e danzavano felici nel ruscello e quando qualcuno passava di lì, lo salutavano con allegri schizzi: “Splish! Splosh! Splash!”La famiglia continuò a vivere vicino al grande bosco e nelle sere d'estate, quando finalmente tutto diventava silenzioso, si sdraiavano lungo la riva del ruscello e guardavano le stelle in cielo. I loro cuori raccontavano… e la notte scriveva il lieto fine delle favole.-- Scritta da Lucia & Marco Ciappelli  Each story is currently written and narrated in both Italian and English.The translation from Italian (the original language) to English and the reading of the stories are performed using Generative Artificial Intelligence — which perhaps has a touch of magic... We hope it has done a good job!If you like it, make sure to tell your friends, family, and teachers, and subscribe to this podcast to stay updated. You'll be able to read or listen to new stories as soon as they become available. Visit us On The Official Website https://www.storiesottolestelle.com/

What a magnificent full moon!Late April.The San Fernando Valley shimmered gently.Tiny lights flickered softly,like electric fireflies in summer dreams.In a small garden,beneath an old wise lemon tree,something special was about to happen.Because lemon trees, you know,hide delicate secrets;magical whispers, patiently guardedamong their fruits, flowers and branches.Up high, safe and sound,Mr and Mrs Hummingbird waited.Little hearts vibrating with hope.They watched carefully,as small eggs cracked, whispered and hatchedunder California's warm sky.Jack and Sally arrived.At first with their eyes closed,resting peacefully in the warmth of their mother.Days passed gently.Soon their eyes opened andfeathers grew, stretching softly.From their nest they gazed with wonderat the lively world of the garden:birds singing, flowers murmuring,bees buzzing tirelesslyand squirrels chasing each other merrily,leaping from tree to treeas if they'd had a little too much coffee;far too much, in fact!“Calm down a bit,” exclaimed Sally bravely from the nest.“We're still learning how to be hummingbirds!”The garden fell silent for a moment,smiled quietly,and kindly replied,“Welcome, Jack! Welcome, Sally! Welcome to the Valley!”Days turned into weeks. Sally stretched her wings,tiny feathers growing stronger by the hour,training and preparingto reach the sky of her dreams.At last, the big day came.“Watch me, Jack!” sang Sally joyfully,and with a brave flutter, she left the nest.She flew—slowly at first, then faster;twirling, laughing, gliding above the flowers and below the branches,while the whole garden cheered and clapped.Jack watched from the nest, silent.His left wing, carefully folded, was still unsure.The garden held its breath, happy for Sally,but gently concerned for Jack.“Your moment will come too, dear,” whispered Mrs Hummingbird softly,kissing Jack on the forehead. “Believe in it.”That very night, as stars filled the sky,Jack stared at the little Glass Hot-Air Balloon that,hanging from a branch of the lemon tree,swayed gently in the evening breeze.An ornament, a sunset trapped,gently lit from within by dancing flames that, perhaps, were fake,but only if you didn't believe in magic.Jack believed.He balanced carefully, hopping softly,bravely, from branch to branch,towards the glowing balloon that kept on dancing in the windas if it were flying through the sky.Without hesitation, he jumped into the tiny basket.Suddenly, sparks shimmered. Whirls danced.Magic awakened beneath his feathers,as the Glass Hot-Air Balloon rose,lifting slowly into the evening air.“Jack!” exclaimed Sally, eyes full of wonder.She flew right up next to him, laughing.Together they soared, joyfully twirling,while the garden clapped louder than ever.Even Mr and Mrs Hummingbird blinked in astonishment,smiling proudly at their brave children.“You know,” said an old owl,smiling wisely from a nearby branch,“if you follow the sunset, through the canyon,you'll reach the Great Blue Ocean.”Jack's heart fluttered with courage.“Come with me, Sally!” he said, eyes shining.And Sally didn't hesitate.She joined Jack on the hot-air balloonand together they flew higher and farther,beyond the valley, over winding canyons,towards golden rays blending with endless blue.The ocean appeared—glittering, infinite;the waves whispering gentle secretslit softly by what was left of the sunset.Below, the Malibu pier glowed warm and welcoming,caressed by the Pacific Ocean and the breeze.The whole bay greeted the brave adventurers.Jack breathed deeply, heart full.He had found his way to fly, to soar in the sky;not by trying to be like the others,but by embracing who he truly was.Because it's not our limits that define us,but our courage to dream,our will to believe,and the magic we carry within.Because nothing,absolutely nothing,can stop those who dare to dream.- Written by Marco Ciappelli

La Mongolfiera Di VetroChe magnifica luna piena!Aprile inoltrato.La Valle di San Fernando brillava dolcemente.Piccole luci lampeggiavano piano,come lucciole elettriche nei sogni d'estate.In un piccolo giardino,sotto un vecchio limone saggio,stava per succedere qualcosa di speciale.Perché gli alberi di limone, sapete,nascondono delicati segreti;sussurri magici, pazientemente custodititra i loro frutti, fiori e rami.In alto, al sicuro,il Signor e la Signora Colibrì aspettavano.Piccoli cuori vibranti di speranza.Guardavano attenti,mentre piccole uova si incrinavano, sussurravano e si schiudevanosotto il cielo caldo della California.Jack e Sally arrivarono.Inizialmente con gli occhi chiusi,riposando tranquilli sotto il calore della mamma.I giorni passavano lievemente.Presto gli occhi si aprirono ele piume crescevano, distendendosi delicatamente.Dal loro nido contemplavano con meravigliail mondo vivace del giardino:uccelli che cantavano, fiori che mormoravano,api che ronzavano incessantemente e scoiattoli che si rincorrevano felici saltando da un albero all'altro come se avessero bevuto un po' troppo caffè, ma proprio troppo davvero!"Calmatevi un po'," esclamò Sally con coraggio dal nido."Stiamo ancora imparando come si fa a essere colibrì!"Il giardino tacque per un attimo,sorrise silenziosamente,e rispose gentilmente,"Benvenuto, Jack! Benvenuta, Sally! Benvenuti nella Valle!"I giorni si trasformarono in settimane. Sally stese le ali,piccole piume si facevano ogni ora più forti,esercitandosi e preparandosiper toccare il cielo dei suoi sogni.Finalmente, il grande giorno arrivò."Guardami, Jack!" cantò Sally gioiosa,e con un battito coraggioso, lasciò il nido.Volò, piano all'inizio, poi più veloce,girando, ridendo, librandosisopra i fiori e sotto i rami,mentre tutto il giardino applaudiva e tifava.Jack guardò dal nido, silenzioso.La sua ala sinistra, accuratamente ripiegata,era ancora incerta.Il giardino trattenne il respiro, felice per Sally,ma delicatamente preoccupato per Jack."Arriverà anche il tuo momento, caro," sussurrò piano la signora Colibrì,baciando Jack sulla fronte. "Credici."Quella stessa notte, mentre le stelle riempivano il cielo,Jack fissò la piccola Mongolfiera di Vetro che, appesa ad un ramo del limone, oscillava dolcemente nella brezza serale.Una decorazione, un tramonto imprigionato,illuminata dolcemente da dentro dalle fiamme danzanti che, forse erano finte,ma solo se non si credeva nella magia. Jack ci credeva.Si equilibrò con attenzione, saltellando piano, coraggiosamente, di ramo in ramo,verso il pallone luminoso che continuava a danzare mosso dal vento come se stesse volando nel cielo.Senza esitazione, saltò dentro la piccola cesta. All'improvviso, scintille brillarono. Vortici danzarono.La magia si risvegliò sotto le piume, mentre la Mongolfiera di Vetro saliva, alzandosi lentamente nell'aria della sera."Jack!" esclamò Sally, gli occhi pieni di stupore.Volò subito accanto a lui, ridendo.Insieme si librarono, volteggiando felici,mentre il giardino applaudiva più forte che mai.Persino il signore e la signora Colibrì sbatterono gli occhi, stupiti,sorridendo fieri dei loro coraggiosi figli."Sai," disse un gufo anziano,sorridendo saggiamente da un ramo vicino,"se segui il tramonto, attraverso il canyon, arriverai al Grande Oceano Blu."Il cuore di Jack vibrò di coraggio."Vieni con me, Sally!" disse, gli occhi brillanti.E Sally non esitò. Si unì a Jack sulla mongolfierae insieme volarono più in alto e più lontano,oltre la valle, sopra tortuosi canyons,verso raggi dorati che si fondevano con il blu infinito.L'oceano apparve, scintillante e senza fine,le onde sussurravano dolcemente segreti illuminati lievemente da quel che rimaneva di un tramonto.Sotto, il molo di Malibù brillava caldo e accogliente,accarezzato dall'Oceano Pacifico e dal vento. Tutta la baia dava il benvenuto ai coraggiosi avventurieri.Jack respirò profondamente, col cuore pieno.Aveva trovato il suo modo di volare, di librarsi in cielo,non cercando di essere come gli altri,ma abbracciando ciò che era veramente.Perché non sono i limiti a definirci,ma il nostro coraggio di sognare,la nostra volontà di credere,e la magia che portiamo dentro.Perché niente, ma proprio niente, può fermare chi osa sognare.-- Scritta da Marco Ciappelli  Each story is currently written and narrated in both Italian and English.The translation from Italian (the original language) to English and the reading of the stories are performed using Generative Artificial Intelligence — which perhaps has a touch of magic... We hope it has done a good job!If you like it, make sure to tell your friends, family, and teachers, and subscribe to this podcast to stay updated. You'll be able to read or listen to new stories as soon as they become available. Visit us On The Official Website https://www.storiesottolestelle.com/

Send us a textIn the 2000's, there was not a band in Central Kentucky that had quite the cult following as Hooker.  Nearly non stop from 2002 until 2010, Hooker was doing gigs all over to packed houses... opening for the likes of Jason Aldean, Blake Shelton and other who's who of mainstream country music.  The boys mostly from Hodgenville literally grew up with a generation of young folks just like them having their songs sung back to them by packed houses of star struck crowds.   And now, Hooker has recently released their songs on all music platforms and are back to doing shows thanks primarily to a mutual friend -- TJ Downs.  Like the Jake Owen song "I was Jack (you were Diane)", Hooker is now having their fans going back in time!  This episode is perfect timing as Kyle Williamson, Hurley, and Doc sat down with the Bo Brothers to talk about old times and what's in store for Hooker - which we are happy to say includes an August 1st performance in Lebanon during the Lebanon Tourism's Summer Concert Series!  This power packed episode of 2 Shots will take you back to the Hooker Days and have you for sure chomping at the bit for what is bound to be a humongous concert later this Summer!  Also, we had Good Buddies Ray Osborne stop by and say hello which was perfect as Ray was who had the idea of getting Hooker on 2 Shots! Get ya glass of your favorite bourbon and take a ride back memory lane with Hooker!https://www.facebook.com/groups/288170582570690 Bourbon Podcast Bo Brothers

The Tribe of the Wandering Shoes | Part Three & Four | Winter, Spring, and the ReturnAfter a summer shining with light and an autumn drizzly but fascinating in its colors, the Tribe of the Wandering Shoes set off again for new adventures—mysterious, surprising, and of course, a little dangerous. More determined than ever, ready to overcome any challenge, they resumed their journey Winter didn't take long to arrive: in December, the first snow fell on the mountains. The Tribe boarded a coach headed to the Dolomites, where the snow-covered peaks waited for them on the horizon. As soon as they settled into the hotel, excitement took over. They couldn't wait to dive into the fresh snow and build a giant snowman! They got straight to work, shoveling pile after pile of snow. With a little ladder, step by step, they reached the height of the face. Two buttons for eyes, a carrot for a nose, a pipe in the mouth, and a scarf wrapped around the neck—it was perfect!“Brrr! It's freezing!” — exclaimed one of them, and they all looked down at their tips and saw they were completely frozen.“We need a miracle!” — declared one shoe with a solemn tone.“Maybe a portable radiator…” — mumbled another, her laces trembling.They decided to call the Alpine Rescue Team, which arrived with a supersonic jet packed with hot water bottles, boiling tea, and thermal blankets. But just then, the weather station—mounted on a space ship at the top of the mountain—reported a severe snowstorm on the way. The Tribe, worried, asked to return immediately to the valley, but the jet couldn't transport them in the traditional way. The only solution? Catapult them down like snowballs wrapped in thermal blankets!“Um… excuse me, but has anyone ever tried this system before?” — asked one shoe, suspicious.“No, but what could possibly go wrong?” — replied another.“Worst case, we'll end up spread across the snow like jam on toast!”The flight was wild: they bounced off a cable car, spun an eagle and a couple of vultures into the air, who, surprised, exclaimed, “Oh! Oh!”Fortunately, the mountain pines gave them a soft landing with their snowy branches. The shoes landed unlaced, a bit bruised, but safe.“I think we just invented the first extreme sport for footwear,” — commented one, still dizzy.The villagers in the valley found them and, touched by their story, brought them to the old cobbler in town. The man, with decades of experience repairing mountain shoes, was initially puzzled to see such a colorful and battered bunch. That night, the cobbler couldn't sleep, wondering how to fix them. At dawn, with determination, he got to work.“No, no, help! You're going to hurt me!” — protested the purple shoe at the sight of the tools.“Oh please!” — said the cobbler with a smile.“I've been bringing mountain boots back to life for years. You'll be brand new, trust me!”And so, with expert hands, he stitched, glued, and brightened their colors, working passionately until every shoe looked spectacular again.The Tribe spent happy days in the village. With Christmas around the corner, they helped decorate the lit-up streets, snow-covered trees, and shop windows. By then, everyone knew their story and called them left and right for advice on decorations, and the atmosphere was magical and festive.Soon, the days grew brighter and you could feel the awakening of spring in the air. Their snowy adventure was behind them, but a new challenge was waiting ahead. The Tribe started to miss the city they had left and decided to go back. They marched in single file and took the right road at the first roundabout. They followed a little stream and, after a long walk, stopped by the bank to rest. They stepped into the shallow water to cool off, when one of them, sharper than the others, noticed something strange beneath some dry branches.“Come here, come here!” — she called out.The others rushed over curiously, and with great effort, they managed to flip over what turned out to be an old wooden boat. They jumped in, nudging each other.“I'm going first!”“No, me first!”They bickered, tripping over their own laces, but since they were a bit tired from walking, each one took her place. Soon, they noticed a problem.“Um… has anyone seen the oars?”“Oh no! Now how do we move?”Just then, a shiny pike and a giant shimmering carp emerged from the foamy waves and, without saying a word, began to push the boat, gliding it along the stream and lifting it into the air.“But… this is magic!” — gasped one shoe, amazed.As the stream widened into a river, they spotted their city in the distance. The two extraordinary fish dropped them off on the shore and, in the blink of an eye, vanished into the golden reflections of the water.“Good gracious, what just happened?” — they all exclaimed.Still stunned and silent, they headed toward the big tree-lined park in the city. Lying in the grass, they looked up at the blue sky and realized just how much they had missed their busy store and the bustling crowd. That's when they noticed something strange.For the first time, they looked carefully at the glowing sign above the entrance: “Sorelle Soletta Department Store”They stared at each other, wide-eyed. The Little Witch Soletta… was the owner of the shop!Once placed back on the shelves, with their laces tied tight and their soles polished, the shoes smiled at one another.“What an adventure, folks…” — sighed the purple shoe.“Oh yeah,” — replied the red one, “but it's so nice to be back here!”“With all due respect to eagles, cobblers, and flying fish… nothing beats the smell of the shop in the morning,” — added the blue shoe dreamily.“And here we've got curtains, changing rooms, and customers who try us on gently…”“…not to mention Little Witch Soletta watching over us!” They all burst out laughing. “In the end,” — concluded the one with golden laces, “traveling is wonderful… but coming home is even better.”And from that day on, every time a child or an adult chose one of them, a new story began.But that one… well… that's another adventure!

La Tribù delle Scarpe Erranti | Parte Tre e Quattro: L'Inverno, la Primavera e il RitornoTrascorsa l'estate splendente di luce e l'autunno piovigginoso ma affascinante nei suoi colori, la Tribù delle Scarpe Erranti ripartì per nuove avventure misteriose, sorprendenti e, naturalmente, un po' pericolose. Più decise che mai, pronte a superare ogni prova, ripresero il loro viaggio.L'inverno non si fece attendere: a dicembre arrivò la prima neve sulle montagne. La Tribù salì su un pullman diretto alle Dolomiti, dove i monti innevati all'orizzonte le aspettavano. Appena sistemate in albergo, l'entusiasmo prese il sopravvento. Non vedevano l'ora di tuffarsi nella neve fresca e costruire un gigantesco pupazzo di neve! Si misero subito all'opera, accumulando palate su palate di neve. Con una scaletta, scalino dopo scalino, raggiunsero l'altezza del viso. Due palline per occhi, una carota per naso, una pipa in bocca e una sciarpa avvolta intorno al collo: era perfetto!“Brrr! Che freddo!” — esclamò una di loro, e tutte, guardandosi le punte, si accorsero che erano completamente congelate.“Qui ci vuole un miracolo!” — dichiarò una scarpa con aria solenne.“Magari un termosifone portatile…” — mormorò un'altra con i lacci tremanti.Decisero di chiamare il Soccorso Alpino, che arrivò con un jet supersonico carico di borse d'acqua calda, tè bollente e coperte termiche. Ma proprio in quel momento, la stazione meteorologica situata su una navetta spaziale in cima alla montagna segnalò l'arrivo di una violenta bufera di neve. La Tribù, preoccupata, chiese di tornare subito a valle, ma il jet non poteva trasportarle in modo tradizionale. L'unica soluzione? Catapultarle come palle di neve avvolte nelle coperte termiche!“Ehm… scusate, ma qualcuno ha mai provato questo sistema prima?” — chiese una delle scarpe con sospetto.“No, ma che vuoi che succeda?” — rispose un'altra.“Male che vada, ci spalmeremo sulla neve come marmellata su una fetta di pane!”Il volo fu rocambolesco: rimbalzarono contro una cabinovia, fecero roteare in aria un paio di aquile e avvoltoi che, sorpresi, esclamarono: “Oh! Oh!”Fortunatamente, gli abeti della montagna offrirono loro un morbido atterraggio con i rami innevati. Le scarpe atterrarono slacciate, un po' ammaccate, ma salve.“Mi sa che abbiamo inventato il primo sport estremo per calzature,” — commentò una, ancora stordita.Gli abitanti del borgo sottostante le trovarono e, colpiti dalla loro storia, le portarono dal vecchio calzolaio del paese. L'uomo, con decenni di esperienza nella riparazione di scarpe da montagna, rimase inizialmente perplesso nel vedere quel gruppo colorato e malandato. Quella notte, il calzolaio non riuscì a dormire, riflettendo su come aggiustarle. All'alba, con determinazione, si mise al lavoro.“No, no, aiuto! Mi farai male!” — protestò la scarpa viola alla vista degli attrezzi.“Ma figurati!” — rispose il calzolaio con un sorriso. “Sono anni che rimetto a nuovo scarponi da montagna. Farò di te una scarpa nuova di zecca, fidati!” E così, con mani esperte, cucì, incollò e ravvivò i colori, lavorando con passione finché tutte le scarpe tornarono splendenti.La Tribù trascorse giorni felici nel borgo. Con il Natale alle porte, aiutarono a decorare le strade illuminate, gli alberi innevati e le vetrine dei negozi. Ormai tutti conoscevano la loro storia e le chiamavano a destra e a sinistra per consigli sugli addobbi e l'atmosfera era magica e festosa.Presto, le giornate si fecero più luminose e si percepiva nell'aria il risveglio della primavera. L'avventura sulla neve era ormai alle spalle, ma una nuova sfida era pronta ad aspettarle. La Tribù cominciava a sentire la mancanza della città da cui era partita e decise di tornare. Si misero in marcia una dietro l'altra e alla prima rotatoria presero la strada giusta. Seguirono il percorso di un ruscello e, dopo un lungo tragitto, si fermarono sulla riva a riposare.Entrarono a filo d'acqua per rinfrescarsi, quando una di loro, più scaltra delle altre, notò qualcosa di strano sotto alcuni rami secchi.“Venite, venite!” — chiamò.Le altre corsero curiose e, con un grande sforzo, riuscirono a raddrizzare ciò che si rivelò essere una vecchia barchetta di legno rovesciata. Saltarono su spintonandosi.“Passo prima io!”“No, prima io!”Bisticciavano fra di loro inciampando nei lacci, ma considerato che erano un po' stanche a forza di camminare, presero ognuna il proprio posto. Ben presto si accorsero di un problema.“Ehm… qualcuno ha visto i remi?”“Oh no! E ora come facciamo a muoverci?”Proprio in quel momento, un luccio lucente e una carpa gigante emersero dalle onde spumeggianti e, senza dire una parola, spinsero la barchetta facendola scivolare sull'acqua fino a sollevarla in aria.“Ma… è magia!” — esclamò una scarpa, incredula.Quando il ruscello si allargò in un fiume, intravidero in lontananza la loro città. I due straordinari pesci le fecero sbarcare sulla riva e, in un battito di ciglia, scomparvero tra i riflessi dorati dell'acqua.“Perdindirindina, cosa è successo?” — esclamarono tutte.Ancora incredule e silenziose, si avviarono verso il grande parco alberato della città. Distese sull'erba, guardarono il cielo azzurro e si resero conto di quanto gli fosse mancato il grande negozio affollato e il via vai della gente. Fu allora che notarono qualcosa di strano. Per la prima volta, osservarono con attenzione l'insegna luminosa sopra l'ingresso: “Grandi Magazzini Sorelle Soletta”Si guardarono tra loro incredule. La Streghetta Soletta… era la proprietaria del negozio!Una volta sistemate sugli scaffali, con i lacci ben tirati e le suole lucidate, le scarpe si guardarono tra loro sorridendo.“Che avventura ragazzi…” — disse la scarpa viola con un sospiro.“Eh già,” — rispose quella rossa, “ma quanto è bello tornare qui!”“Con tutto il rispetto per le aquile, i calzolai e i pesci volanti… niente batte il profumo del negozio al mattino,” — aggiunse la scarpa blu con aria sognante.“E poi qui abbiamo le tende, i camerini, e i clienti che ci provano con cura…”“…senza contare la Streghetta Soletta che ci protegge e ci osserva!” Si misero tutte a ridere.“Insomma,” — concluse quella con i lacci dorati,“viaggiare è bellissimo, ma tornare a casa lo è ancora di più.”E da quel giorno, ogni volta che un cliente, bambino o adulto, sceglieva una di loro, partiva un'altra storia. Ma questa… ovviamente… è un'altra avventura! Each story is currently written and narrated in both Italian and English.The translation from Italian (the original language) to English and the reading of the stories are performed using Generative Artificial Intelligence — which perhaps has a touch of magic... We hope it has done a good job!If you like it, make sure to tell your friends, family, and teachers, and subscribe to this podcast to stay updated. You'll be able to read or listen to new stories as soon as they become available. Visit us On The Official Website https://www.storiesottolestelle.com/

The Wondrous Vegetable ShopWith the arrival of spring, beneath the soft mantle of the earth, tubers and roots began to awaken. The carrots stretched their orange tips with their green tufts. The round and plump potatoes whispered among themselves.“I can feel the warmth of the sun even down here,” said a deep red beetroot. “Doesn't it seem like the perfect moment to show ourselves to the world?”“You're right!” an enthusiastic onion replied. “Enough of staying down here! I want to shine on the shelves of a beautiful shop.”So, they began their journey toward the surface. The earth gently parted to let those cheerful and determined roots pass through. Once they emerged, they started strolling carefree among the olive trees of the Tuscan hills, chatting happily about their new adventure.Along their path, some sparrows hopped on the branches and, seeing the lively and chatty group, immediately chirped: “Chirp, chirp, chirp! Where are you going, fragrant vegetables?”“To find the most special shop in town and put ourselves on display,” they replied.A farmer, who had cultivated with passion for many years and cared deeply about the quality of his produce, noticed them and gently gathered them. He placed them in a basket and took them to a shop in Sesto Fiorentino, well known for its dedication to the finest products of the land.Above the shop's window, the sign read: THE WONDROUS VEGETABLE SHOP.In baskets lovingly arranged, the carrots displayed their vibrant orange color, the potatoes gleamed, and even the onions proudly showed off their shining hues. The radishes giggled and happily put themselves on display as well.Customers couldn't resist such a spectacle of colors and scents and stopped, enchanted, saying: “What spectacular vegetables! Now this is a well-stocked and high-quality shop!”The vegetables were delighted to be appreciated and purchased—they knew they would bring flavors and smiles to every kitchen with delicious dishes. Full of taste and nutrients, they were happy to be healthy and wholesome ingredients for everyone, from the youngest to the oldest, bringing to the table the joy and warmth of a meal shared with family and friends, following Italian tradition.And so, buon appetito to everyone!________________________________________________________________________Each story is currently written and narrated in both Italian and English.The translation from Italian (the original language) to English and the reading of the stories are performed using Generative Artificial Intelligence — which perhaps has a touch of magic... We hope it has done a good job!If you like it, make sure to tell your friends, family, and teachers, and subscribe to this podcast to stay updated. You'll be able to read or listen to new stories as soon as they become available.Visit us On The Official Website https://www.storiesottolestelle.com/

La bottega delle meraviglie vegetali Con l'arrivo della primavera, sotto il soffice manto della terra, i tuberi e le radici iniziarono a svegliarsi. Le carote stiracchiavano le loro punte arancioni con il ciuffo verde. Le patate rotonde e paffute sussurravano fra di loro.“Sento il tepore del sole anche qui sotto,” disse una barbabietola tutta rossa. “Non vi sembra il momento perfetto per mostrarci al mondo?”“Hai ragione!” rispose entusiasta una cipolla. “Basta restare qui sotto! Voglio brillare tra gli scaffali di un bel negozio.”Così si misero in movimento verso la superficie. La terra si apriva dolcemente per far passare quelle radici allegre e decise. Una volta emerse, iniziarono a passeggiare spensierate tra gli olivi delle colline di Querceto, chiacchierando contente della loro nuova avventura.Lungo il loro cammino, dei passerotti saltavano sui rami e, vedendo l'allegra brigata chiacchierona, subito cinguettarono: “Cip, cip, cip! Dove andate, belle verdure profumate?”“A cercare il negozio più speciale del paese per metterci in mostra,” risposero.Un contadino, che da tanti anni coltivava con passione e si prendeva cura della qualità dei suoi prodotti, le notò e, con delicatezza, le raccolse. Le sistemò in un cesto e le portò fino al negozio di Sesto Fiorentino, che conosceva bene per la sua attenzione ai migliori prodotti della terra.Sull'insegna sopra la vetrina c'era scritto: LA BOTTEGA DELLE MERAVIGLIE VEGETALI.Nelle ceste curate con amore, le carote sfoggiavano il loro arancio vivace, le patate brillavano e persino le cipolle si pavoneggiavano con le loro sfumature lucenti. Anche i ravanelli ridacchiavano e si mettevano in mostra contenti. I clienti non potevano resistere a quello spettacolo di colori e profumi e si fermavano incantati dicendo: “Che verdure spettacolari! Questo sì che è un negozio ben fornito e di qualità.”Le verdure erano soddisfatte di essere apprezzate e comprate — sapevano che avrebbero regalato sapori e sorrisi in ogni cucina con piatti prelibati. Ricche di gusto e nutrienti, erano felici di essere ingredienti sani e genuini per tutti, dai più piccoli ai più grandi, portando in tavola la gioia e il calore di un pasto condiviso in famiglia e con amici, secondo la tradizione italiana.E allora, buon appetito a tutti quanti.  Each story is currently written and narrated in both Italian and English.The translation from Italian (the original language) to English and the reading of the stories are performed using Generative Artificial Intelligence — which perhaps has a touch of magic... We hope it has done a good job!If you like it, make sure to tell your friends, family, and teachers, and subscribe to this podcast to stay updated. You'll be able to read or listen to new stories as soon as they become available. Visit us On The Official Website https://www.storiesottolestelle.com/

On a Bench, Waiting for the TrainAt the village station, under a long wooden canopy, steel tracks ran on both sides, allowing trains to speed past in a blur. But every now and then, some would stop, only for a moment, before continuing their journey after passengers had disembarked and boarded.Grandfather had promised many times to take his grandson to visit the train station near their home, and now they were finally there. Standing on the platform, the boy waited with eager anticipation—his first time seeing a train arrive.After a few minutes, a bell rang, followed by an announcement:"Train number 75265 arriving on Track 2. Coming from here, going there. Please pay attention and board if it's yours. It won't wait long—it's running late, as usual…"Soon, the locomotive appeared in the distance, approaching rapidly before slowing to a stop in front of them.The boy had never seen anything so overwhelming. Gripping his grandfather's trousers, he shrank back and cried out:"Help, help, help!"To his eyes, the train was a towering iron giant, covered in strange designs, exuding mystery. A moving machine on rails. A long, mechanical serpent, fast as lightning—imposing, unfamiliar, and yet… fascinating.Passengers stepped out of the open carriage doors, while others hurried aboard. Some people rushed back and forth, luggage in hand, checking schedules on glowing boards before boarding their trains to destinations unknown."Maybe it's not a monster after all. The grown-ups aren't scared like I am."The boy tried to be brave, glancing up at his grandfather, who smiled and took his hand. They lingered at the station for a while, sitting on a bench, watching trains come and go, the stationmaster blowing his whistle, the endless movement of travelers.As the sun dipped below the horizon, Grandfather bought two ice creams—strawberry and pistachio—from the station café. Enjoying their sweet treats, they strolled home, hearts light with happiness. A few days later, it was the boy's birthday. Grandfather never had any doubt about what to give him. They returned to the station, and after purchasing two tickets, he said:"Now you're old enough to travel. So today, we set off on your first adventure. And just wait—when you grow up, you'll have so many more!"But these were no ordinary tickets.When the station clerk heard it was the boy's first train journey, he called over the Stationmaster. With a knowing smile, the Stationmaster reached into his pocket and handed them two colorful tickets that read:Destination: End of the Line StationTrain Number: 18674Valid for: Round TripPlatform: 2 and 1/2, almost 3Valid in: Sun, rain, snow, or windIncludes: Popcorn and souvenir"Huh, how odd," Grandfather thought, scratching his head beneath his hat."But everyone knows you can always trust the Stationmaster."And so, hand in hand, they made their way to Platform 2 and 1/2, almost 3.A few benches were occupied by waiting passengers, but one was free. They sat side by side. Excitement buzzed in the air like migrating birds, their imaginations already soaring as a soft breeze brushed their faces.The train was arriving!A whistle. The screech of brakes. The hum of engines. The overhead speakers announced:"Attention, attention! Train Number 18674 is now at the station. Departure imminent for the End of the Line Station. The weather is uncertain, but that's fine—nothing to be done about it anyway. Fresh, crunchy popcorn will be served throughout the journey."The train slowed to a full stop, and with a gentle creak, its doors swung open. No one got off, but many climbed aboard, quickly filling the seats—except for one at the back of the carriage.Grandfather settled into it, placing his grandson on his lap. The boy felt safe there.With wide eyes, he took in the strange world around him. Some seats faced forward, others backward."Which ones were pointing the right way?"He wondered for a moment, then, with a spark of imagination, transformed the passengers into pieces on a grand chessboard, ready for a fantastic game.A tall, broad-shouldered man with a long beard stood at the front."Aha! An ogre!"Beside him, a plump woman with strong features."Definitely the ogress!"At the center, a blonde girl with blue eyes, absorbed in her phone."A princess!"A heavily tattooed man with multiple earrings and a face full of stories."An explorer!"Further back, a young woman in a wide-brimmed straw hat, wearing flowing clothes and bracelets that jingled softly."A traveler!""How could all these different characters fit into the same story?"As he pondered, the train whistled louder, gliding through plains, tunnels, and hills until the voice overhead declared:"Attention, attention! The train is arriving at End of the Line Station. All passengers, prepare to disembark."A gentle deceleration. A smooth stop."Wow! Amazing!"Instead of opening, the train's side panels lowered to the ground, forming ramps leading directly onto the platform.A light mist veiled the station, but an irresistible scent of roasted treats and cotton candy filled the air. Following the sweet aroma, the passengers arrived at a vast square where a statue in the center spouted water from its enormous mouth, surrounded by a fantastic garden.As the mist lifted, a flock of brightly colored, chattering parrots burst into view, circling above.Then, suddenly—"Look, look! What a surprise!"They all exclaimed in unison.Mary Poppins, on a bicycle, umbrella in hand, was pedaling through the garden."Why are you here?" the parrots asked, curious and mischievous."I'm collecting children's wishes in my upturned umbrella," she replied. "My chimney sweep friends will carry them home, transforming them into dreams ready to come true.""Craa, craa! We have a wish too! To fly around the world, with no destination, no hurry!""Very well," Mary Poppins smiled. "And what's your address for the dream delivery?"The parrots twirled in the air, singing:"Craa, craa! The street that isn't there, in the invisible house at number no-number! Bye-bye, Mary Poppins! We're free—craa, craa—we're off to dream!"She waved farewell and pedaled away.In the enchanted garden, stalls overflowed with sweets, magical rides spun, enchanted toys lay scattered, and a marvelous cart brimmed with books that turned their pages with a mere thought. An ancient talking tree told fairy tales, offering juicy, special fruits to those who listened.The parrots, flitting here and there, served as slightly distracted guides, leading the travelers left and right. A small group was following the man who looked like an ogre.He walked with determination, carrying a large suitcase, and was followed by his wife, who held a half-open bag overflowing with all sorts of trinkets. Behind them came the explorer, the blue-eyed princess, and finally, the tourist with the straw hat.Guided by the parrots, they made their way toward a strange building at the edge of the square. As they got closer, they realized it was an old, neglected theater—worn with time but still holding a certain architectural charm. The scent of dust and aged wood drifted from the slightly open door, adding to the place's mysterious atmosphere.The five peculiar characters were none other than actors, ready to perform a show filled with surprises, illusions, and wonders. Entry was free.Inside the theater, soft music played in the background, audible even from outside, leading them toward the stage.The enchantment of the place and sheer curiosity drew in all the other travelers as well, including the grandfather and grandson, who stepped inside to witness an unexpected spectacle.They had barely found their seats—worn and faded with age—when suddenly, white doves appeared, fluttering above their heads.The ogre revealed himself to be, in fact, a magician. With a swift motion, a breath, and—pluff!—his costume changed in an instant. Then again. And again.At the sides of the stage, a hall of mirrors distorted objects into strange shapes, while hidden playing cards appeared and vanished within the audience's seats, mixing together as if by magic. Yet, no matter what, the magician always seemed to guess the chosen card correctly.Suddenly, as if by enchantment, the princess and the explorer appeared. Behind them, sparks of fire shaped like stars filled the theater."What a show, what a marvel!"The entire stage lit up as the magician, waving his wand in the air like a conductor, brought forth a waltz. At its rhythm, the two actors, now transformed into dancers, moved gracefully to the music. Under the magician's guidance, they floated into the air, performing acrobatics.Meanwhile, the magician's wife—who was a bit of a sorceress herself—stepped onto the stage, opened her bag of trinkets, and out came balls, rings, and juggling pins. The tourist in the straw hat appeared beside her, and together, they began a dazzling juggling act, perfectly in sync with the music.As the waltz neared its end, both the dancers and the jugglers vanished in a cloud of smoke and lights. Incredibly, even the stage itself disappeared.The audience held their breath, stunned and enchanted, before bursting into applause, smiling in amazement as the Ogre Magician bowed deeply in gratitude.The show had come to an end.Still astonished, the travelers left the theater, but the magic followed them as they made their way back toward the station.The whole town felt like an enchantment, and at the heart of it were the grandson and his grandfather—unexpected protagonists of a timeless adventure. So great was their wonder that they had lost track of how long they had been there.Guided once again by the flitting parrots, they returned to the main square along with all the other passengers. From the nearby station, glowing signs signaled the imminent departure of Train 18674."Attention, attention! Train Number 18674 has arrived at the station. Departure imminent for destination: Return Station. Weather still uncertain, but no need to worry. Hot popcorn, souvenir postcards, and an almost-magic wand included in the ticket price."As the travelers boarded, the parrots fluttered in farewell, then soared toward the horizon, disappearing alongside Mary Poppins.The train pulled away slowly, smoothly. From the windows, passengers watched as the enchanted town faded into the mist once more.In the blink of an eye, they were back where they had started: the small village station.As the train glided through the mist, the village slowly reappeared.In the warm light of a summer evening, the passengers stepped off one by one, still in awe of the unexpected journey. They whispered among themselves, exchanging impressions of what they had just experienced.Grandfather and grandson decided to stop for an ice cream before heading home. They walked over to the station café and, without hesitation, ordered two cones with their favorite flavors: strawberry and pistachio.Just as they took their first bites, they turned toward the tracks—and froze.The train that had taken them on their journey was gone.Not only that—the other passengers had vanished too, without leaving a trace.From behind the station clock's column, the Stationmaster appeared, his satchel slung across his shoulder and his signal paddle in hand. He raised his head, tipped his hat with a smile, and then, whistling softly, strolled down the empty platform.Grandfather and the boy waved enthusiastically before taking each other's hand. As they walked home, savoring their strawberry and pistachio ice creams, they talked happily about their extraordinary adventure.It almost felt like a dream.But, as everyone knows, reality and fantasy often walk hand in hand.Just like the grandfather and the child, making their way home, bathed in the golden hues of sunset.

Pippa and Beth talk about some language you can use to tell a good story. TRANSCRIPT Find a full transcript for this episode and more programmes to help you with your English at: https://www.bbc.co.uk/learningenglish/features/christmas-stories/250110 FIND BBC LEARNING ENGLISH HERE: Visit our website ✔️ https://www.bbc.co.uk/learningenglish Follow us ✔️ https://www.bbc.co.uk/learningenglish/followus SUBSCRIBE TO OUR NEWSLETTER: ✔️ https://www.bbc.co.uk/learningenglish/newsletters LIKE PODCASTS? Try some of our other popular podcasts including: ✔️ 6 Minute English ✔️ Learning English from the News ✔️ Learning English for WorkThey're all available by searching in your podcast app.

In this special Christmas episode of Midnight Mysteries, we explore chilling tales of ghostly hitchhikers, moving snowmen, and supernatural lights over Alberta with Erika from Erika's Ghost Stories. Join us for a festive deep dive into Canada's eerie holiday lore.

In Matthew 2 we see three distinct responses to Jesus. Herod was hostile, the religious leaders were indifferent, and the magi responded with devotion. As we start 2025 you are invited to reflect on this question, “how am I currently responding to Jesus?” The invitation of the passage is to respond to Jesus in the same way the magi did and bring him gifts that are truly fit for a king.

Georgie and Pippa share real stories about New Year. TRANSCRIPT Find a full transcript for this episode and more programmes to help you with your English at: https://www.bbc.co.uk/learningenglish/english/features/christmas-stories/250103 FIND BBC LEARNING ENGLISH HERE: Visit our website ✔️ https://www.bbc.co.uk/learningenglish Follow us ✔️ https://www.bbc.co.uk/learningenglish/followus SUBSCRIBE TO OUR NEWSLETTER: ✔️ https://www.bbc.co.uk/learningenglish/newsletters LIKE PODCASTS? Try some of our other popular podcasts including: ✔️ Learning English for Work ✔️ Learning English from the News ✔️ Learning English Grammar They're all available by searching in your podcast app.

Finally Some Christmas Stories

Georgie and Phil share real stories about Christmas. TRANSCRIPT Find a full transcript for this episode and more programmes to help you with your English at: https://www.bbc.co.uk/learningenglish/english/features/christmas-stories/241227 FIND BBC LEARNING ENGLISH HERE: Visit our website ✔️ https://www.bbc.co.uk/learningenglish Follow us ✔️ https://www.bbc.co.uk/learningenglish/followus SUBSCRIBE TO OUR NEWSLETTER: ✔️ https://www.bbc.co.uk/learningenglish/newsletters LIKE PODCASTS? Try some of our other popular podcasts including: ✔️ Learning English for Work ✔️ Learning English from the News ✔️ Learning English Grammar They're all available by searching in your podcast app.

    Welcome to The Classic Tales Podcast. Thank you for listening.   I'd like to thank those of you who have helped us out these last couple of weeks. In case you missed it, Cilla was diagnosed with breast cancer last year. She's fine, now. She'd had her surgery and is now considered cancer-free. But those cancer bills are no joke.   I'm so very grateful to all our supporters who have and do support us, but I'm afraid I need your help again. If you'd like to ensure the future of The Classic Tales, please visit the website, classictalesaudiobooks.com, and either make a donation, buy an audiobook, or pick up one of our many support options.   And if you can't support us monetarily, leave us a review or share an episode with a friend. It all helps.   We're just trying to make it through this rough patch. So, if you can lend a hand, we'd really appreciate it. Lifetime passes are still 60% off until the end of the month.   The following four stories were collected in the volume Christmas Stories and Legends, compiled by Phebe A. Curtiss. The stories were chosen based on their merit for teaching moral lessons.     And now, Christmas Around the World, by various authors.         Limited time offer: Get a Lifetime Access pass for 60%off     Follow this link to become a monthly supporter:     Follow this link to subscribe to our YouTube Channel:     Follow this link to subscribe to the Arsène Lupin Podcast:     Follow this link to follow us on Instagram:     Follow this link to follow us on Facebook:

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Christmas Stories of Hope and Healing Christmas and Cedarville alumna Donna VanLiere are virtually synonymous. As a New York Times and USA Today bestseller, many of Donna's novels are set during the Christmas season. Six of her books have made the transition to television, including The Christmas Shoes and The Christmas Blessing. The ideas for Donna's books are often deeply personal. She finds inspiration in life's small moments, even in something as simple as an overheard comment from a passing stranger. Regardless of the source, Donna strives to tell stories that are filled with hope and healing.  This time of year, is special for Donna and her husband, Troy, and their three children: Grace, Kate, and David. Christmas will always hold a special place in Donna's life. As much as Donna loves Christmas and enjoys sharing the joy of Jesus' first advent, she also seeks to remind her readers that there is more to the story. In her three latest books, The Time of Jacob's Struggle, The Day of Ezekiel's Hope, and Daniel's Final Week, she examines the Bible's teaching on Christ's second coming. Tune in to this special Christmas Day edition of the Cedarville Stories podcast and celebrate Jesus with Donna VanLiere. https://share.transistor.fm/s/16370548https://youtu.be/xu8cJmXzDiw

Eleventh Day of CraftLit (2024) All of CraftLit's Christmas episodes can be found at LINK TO DAY 1 of the Twelve Days of CraftLit— VIDEO: AUDIO ONLY: If you missed the other days, here's a quick directory: DAY 1: DAY 2: DAY 3: DAY 4: DAY 5: DAY 6: DAY 7: DAY 8: DAY 9: DAY 10: DAY ELEVEN A Rhyme for Christmas (Publication delayed by the author's determined, but futile attempt to find the rhyme) (1911) By: John Challing  (Radcyffe Hall) - From: The Wit and Humor of America, Volume VII -    eText:   Read by: Alan Davis Drake -   The Errors of Santa Claus (1917) By: Stephen Butler Leacock -     From:   eText: Frenzied Fiction -   Read by: William Coon - To An Old Fogey (Who Contends that Christmas is Played Out) By: Owen Seaman -   From:   Etext: Modern British Poetry (1920) - Read by: Cori Samuel -   Vera's First Christmas Adventure (1907) By: Arnold Bennett -   From: The Grim Smile of the Five Towns -    eText:    Read by: Andy Minter -   (7 February 1812 – 9 June 1870) was an English writer and social critic. He created some of the world's most memorable fictional characters and is generally regarded as the greatest novelist of the Victorian period. During his life, his works enjoyed unprecedented fame, and by the twentieth century his literary genius was broadly acknowledged by critics and scholars. His novels and short stories continue to be widely popular. Born in Portsmouth, England, Dickens left school to work in a factory after his father was thrown into debtors' prison. Although he had little formal education, his early impoverishment drove him to succeed. Over his career he edited a weekly journal for 20 years, wrote 15 novels, 5 novellas and hundreds of short stories and non-fiction articles, lectured and performed extensively, was an indefatigable letter writer, and campaigned vigorously for children's rights, education, and other social reforms. Read by:  (January 13, 1832 – July 18, 1899) was a prolific 19th-century American author, best known for his many formulaic juvenile novels about impoverished boys and their rise from humble backgrounds to lives of middle-class security and comfort through hard work, determination, courage, and honesty. Read by:  (May 27, 1862 – January 21, 1922) was an American author, editor and satirist. Read by:  (13 November 1850 – 3 December 1894) was a Scottish novelist, poet, essayist, and travel writer. His most famous works are Treasure Island, Kidnapped, and The Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde. Read by:  (17:18) The Night After Christmas (1907) By: Ann P.L.Field -     From:   eText:   Read by: Jan MacGillivray -   Her Birthday Dream (1916) By: Nellie C. King -       From:   eText: Christmas Stories And Legends by Phebe A. Curtiss -    Read by: Angela (BookAngel7) -   A Letter from Santa Claus  By: Samuel Clemens   From:   eText: Read by: Andrew Ordover The Philanthropist's Christmas (1913) By: James Weber Linn -   From: The Children's Book of Christmas Stories by Asa Don Dickinson and Ada M. Skinner   eText:   Read by: Kehinde -   T'was the Night before Christmas: A Visit from St. Nicholas (1823) By: Clement Clarke Moore -   eText:   Read by: Jon Scholes _____ Digital Premium Audiobook Shop:  CraftLit's Socials Find everything here:  Join the newsletter: Podcast site: Facebook: Facebook group: Pinterest: TikTok podcast: Spooky Narration: Email: Call and share your thoughts! 1-206-350-1642 SUPPORT THE SHOW! CraftLit App Premium feed  (only one tier available) PATREON:  (all tiers, below) Walter Harright - $5/mo for the same audio as on App Jane Eyre - $10/mo for even-month Book Parties Mina Harker - $15/mo for odd-month Watch Parties All tiers and benefits are also available as —YouTube Channel Memberships —Ko-Fi NEW at CraftLit.com — *Premium SITE Membership*  (identical to Patreon except more of your support goes to the CraftLit Team) If you want to join us for a particular Book or Watch Party but you don't want to subscribe, please use  or CraftLit @ Venmo and include what you want to attend in the message field. Please give us at least 24 hours to get your message and add you to the attendee list. Download the FREE CraftLit App for iOS or Android (you can call or email feedback straight from within the app) Call 1-206-350-1642

Send us a textWelcome to a bonus Christmas Eve Cops and Writers with my friend Chicago PD Detective Richard Rybicki!Today's bonus episode is filled with police stories from working Christmas during the holidays. We also both answer the burning question, is Die Hard a Christmas movie?Please enjoy this fun holiday Cops and Writers.In today's episode we discuss:·      How a suspect was throwing his own blood at Rich on Christmas.·      How the cops celebrated Christmas while working.·      Crackhead Christmas with a communist!·      Fighting with a gunshot victim in the back of an ambulance.·      Never volunteer. No good deed ever goes unpunished.·      Suicidal people during the holidays.·      Suicide hotline 988, the police hotline is 800-267-5463. You are not alone. Don't make a permanent decision based on a temporary situation!·      Is Die Hard a Christmas movie and some interesting Die Hard trivia.·      Rich's newest book series, The Corpse Whisperer. ·      Patrick's book, The Good Collar, is hopefully being released soon!! All of this and more on today's episode of the Cops and Writers podcast. Visit Richard's author page on Amazon.Check out the Sam Laska Crime Thriller page on Facebook.Visit Richard at his website!Check out the new Cops and Writers YouTube channel!Check out my newest book, The Good Collar (Michael Quinn Vigilante Justice Series Book 1)!!!!!Enjoy the Cops and Writers book series.Please visit the Cops and Writers website. Would you like to win a Free Kindle Fire and signed copies of the Good Collar? Here is the link!!Support the show

All the Christmas cheer, stories, songs, and stressors. Plus, some wise advice from Lisa, some gift suggestions from Lala, some childhood memories from Easton, and a game of Christmas Bingo! GTL Bonus video episodes available Mondays at 9am Pacific on YouTube: https://youtube.com/@GiveThemLalaPodcast?si=9oETguBpysJbttBz Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Ho ho ho, kids! If you like the stories Santa is telling, tell your friends and family about the Spooky Santa podcast so they can listen too! STORY AND MUSIC CREDITS/SOURCES…
”The Tradition” by Andrea Stanet: https://tinyurl.com/wkp7uu6“Girls Night Out”: https://tinyurl.com/u4zjhwu“Krampus”: https://tinyurl.com/whz5qc8All music used with permission of the artists. Spooky Santa theme by Midnight Syndicate (http://amzn.to/2BYCoXZ). All other music by Nicolas Gasparini (http://bit.ly/2LykK0g).SANTA'S RECORDING TOOLS…* MICROPHONE (Neumann TLM103): http://amzn.to/2if01CL* POP FILTER (AW-BM700): http://amzn.to/2zRIIyK* XLR CABLE (Mogami Gold Studio): http://amzn.to/2yZXJeD* MICROPHONE PRE-AMP (Icicle): http://amzn.to/2vLqLzg* SOFTWARE (Adobe Audition): http://amzn.to/2vLqI6E* HARDWARE (iMac Pro): https://amzn.to/2suZGkAI always make sure to give authors credit for the material I use. If I somehow overlooked doing that for a story, or if a credit is incorrect, please let me know and I'll rectify it the show notes as quickly as possible.***Spooky Santa™ and Weird Darkness® are creations and trademarks of Marlar House Productions and Weird Darkness, LLC. Copyright © Weird Darkness, 2023"I have come into the world as a light, so that no one who believes in me should stay in darkness." — John 12:46https://weirddarkness.com/chased-by-krampus/

122324 2nd HR Never Before Played Christmas Stories You Will LOVE And Recipes by Kate Dalley

In episode 218 of The Mortals, Nathan Morris shares heartwarming stories of kindness and community during the festive season. From heroic acts during wars to modern-day acts of generosity, this episode emphasizes the beauty of human spirit and the magic of Christmas. Nathan also discusses the importance of community, joy, and love, while promoting a special holiday sale at NathanMorris.store. Tune in for inspiring tales and a reminder of the goodwill that exists around us. New Merch: https://nathanmorris.store _____________________________ The Mortals Podcast is sponsored by Descript: https://get.descript.com/g46icf4n88mj _______________________________ I have 20 spots! Funeral Directors who love personalized, fill out this form now!: https://form.jotform.com/243333832063148

Ho ho ho, kids! If you like the stories Santa is telling, tell your friends and family about the Spooky Santa podcast so they can listen too! STORY AND MUSIC CREDITS/SOURCES…”The Carol Singers”: https://tinyurl.com/s978sjj“The Sock Puppet”: https://tinyurl.com/wgrpaog“The Tell-Tale Scarf” by Judith Graves: https://tinyurl.com/wkp7uu6All music used with permission of the artists. Spooky Santa theme by Midnight Syndicate (http://amzn.to/2BYCoXZ). All other music by Nicolas Gasparini (http://bit.ly/2LykK0g).SANTA'S RECORDING TOOLS…* MICROPHONE (Neumann TLM103): http://amzn.to/2if01CL* POP FILTER (AW-BM700): http://amzn.to/2zRIIyK* XLR CABLE (Mogami Gold Studio): http://amzn.to/2yZXJeD* MICROPHONE PRE-AMP (Icicle): http://amzn.to/2vLqLzg* SOFTWARE (Adobe Audition): http://amzn.to/2vLqI6E* HARDWARE (iMac Pro): https://amzn.to/2suZGkAI always make sure to give authors credit for the material I use. If I somehow overlooked doing that for a story, or if a credit is incorrect, please let me know and I'll rectify it the show notes as quickly as possible.***Spooky Santa™ and Weird Darkness® are creations and trademarks of Marlar House Productions and Weird Darkness, LLC. Copyright © Weird Darkness, 2023"I have come into the world as a light, so that no one who believes in me should stay in darkness." — John 12:46https://weirddarkness.com/sock-puppet/

 Ed and Amber talk Christmas and exchange gifts. We learn a little about our fun week and wish you a happy holidays  Subscribe to SiriusXM Podcasts+ on Apple Podcasts to listen to ad-free new episodes.

Shepherds, grandmothers and ice skates - Christmas stories from around the world, today on The Classic Tales Podcast.   Welcome to The Classic Tales Podcast. Thank you for listening.   I'd like to thank those of you who have helped us out these last couple of weeks. In case you missed it, Cilla was diagnosed with breast cancer last year. She's fine, now. She'd had her surgery and is now considered cancer-free. But those cancer bills are no joke.   I'm so very grateful to all our supporters who have and do support us, but I'm afraid I need your help again. If you'd like to ensure the future of The Classic Tales, please visit the website, classictalesaudiobooks.com, and either make a donation, buy an audiobook, or pick up one of our many support options.   And if you can't support us monetarily, leave us a review or share an episode with a friend. It all helps.   We're just trying to make it through this rough patch. So, if you can lend a hand, we'd really appreciate it. Lifetime passes are still 60% off until the end of the month.   The following four stories were collected in the volume Christmas Stories and Legends, compiled by Phebe A. Curtiss. The stories were chosen based on their merit for teaching moral lessons, primarily to children.     And now, Christmas Around the World, by various authors.     Limited time offer: Get a Lifetime Access pass for 60%off     Follow this link to become a monthly supporter:     Follow this link to subscribe to our YouTube Channel:     Follow this link to subscribe to the Arsène Lupin Podcast:     Follow this link to follow us on Instagram:     Follow this link to follow us on Facebook:     Follow this link to follow us on TikTok:

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Two books take dramatically different approaches to the Christmas story. First, in Everyone This Christmas Has a Secret, reluctant detective Ernest Cunningham finds himself in the middle of another murder mystery. His ex-wife's partner has been killed and every suspect is a master of the art of deception. The book is the third installment of comedian Benjamin Stevenson's Ernest Cunningham mysteries series. In today's episode, Stevenson joins NPR's Ayesha Rascoe for a discussion that touches on the essential rules of the genre, the fun of writing to the holiday theme, and the commonalities between his comedy and writing practices. We then hear from Dolly Parton about her new picture book, Dolly Parton's Billy the Kid Comes Home for Christmas. She speaks with NPR's Michel Martin about her real-life French bulldog, the inspiration for her children's literacy program, and her annual Christmas traditions.To listen to Book of the Day sponsor-free and support NPR's book coverage, sign up for Book of the Day+ at plus.npr.org/bookofthedayLearn more about sponsor message choices: podcastchoices.com/adchoicesNPR Privacy Policy

Beth and Neil share real stories about Christmas.TRANSCRIPT Find a full transcript for this episode and more programmes to help you with your English at: https://www.bbc.co.uk/learningenglish/english/features/christmas-stories/241220 FIND BBC LEARNING ENGLISH HERE: Visit our website ✔️ https://www.bbc.co.uk/learningenglish Follow us ✔️ https://www.bbc.co.uk/learningenglish/followus SUBSCRIBE TO OUR NEWSLETTER: ✔️ https://www.bbc.co.uk/learningenglish/newsletters LIKE PODCASTS? Try some of our other popular podcasts including: ✔️ Learning English for Work ✔️ Learning English from the News ✔️ Learning English Grammar They're all available by searching in your podcast app.

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Merry Christmas and a happy New Year to all of you. Tonight I sit down with a good friend of mine from the Komintern Podcast. In Secret Santa fashion we brought one gift each to give one another and you dear listener. Since we didn't know in advance what the stories would be about, other than having a Christmas theme and being of radical political history, I will also not tell you anything more than that. Hope you enjoy it and have a very pleasant weekend.

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Episode 4 Chrissy Extravaganza let’s GOOOOOO. We’re going through your most cooked and disastrous Christmas stories; from on fire Santas to enmasse food poisoning. Plus Scott has a foul personal toilet story, and Luke’s actually-not-very-good Christmas hack. Plus New Traditions in Scott’s household for chrissy and some exciting personal news from Producer Elise. LINKS Follow us on Instagram @lukeandsassyscottpodcast CREDITS: Hosts: Luke And Sassy ScottExecutive Producer: Elise CooperAudio Imaging: Nat Marshall Social Producer: Amy CodeManaging Producer: Sam Cavanagh Find more great podcasts like this at www.listnr.comSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Darkness Syndicate members get the ad-free version. https://weirddarkness.com/syndicateInfo on the next LIVE SCREAM event. https://weirddarkness.com/LiveScreamIN THIS EPISODE: Many of us are familiar with the flip side of Father Christmas – the darker entity who visits and kidnaps bad children, Krampus. But when it comes to true fear, even Krampus would run in terror at the sight of Iceland's Gryla, the Christmas Witch! With roots dating back to the 13th century, Gryla is not to be messed with! (Iceland's Christmas Witch) *** It was Christmastime, 1938, and 19-year-old Margaret Martin had just graduated from Wilkes-Barre Business College with honors and was eager to secure a secretarial job. Her eagerness would lead to her disappearance. (The Murder of Margaret Martin) *** Ask anyone over the age of twelve what they think about the existence of Santa Claus and you'll most assuredly get the same answer. But that has not stopped people of all ages reporting sightings of the jolly old elf, and some of the stories are downright creepy. (The Strange World of True Kris Kringle Sightings) *** Two murders committed in the same house during the holidays of 1928 appear to have resulted in the spirits of Christmas past haunting the place today. (The Hundley Murders) *** (Originally aired December 08, 2021)SOURCES AND ESSENTIAL WEB LINKS…“The Strange World of True Kris Kringle Sightings” by Brent Swancer for Mysterious Universe:https://weirddarkness.tiny.us/2p8kfyka“Iceland's Christmas Witch” by Alex Palmer for Smithsonian Magazine: https://weirddarkness.tiny.us/57ntaeeu“The Murder of Margaret Martin” by Troy Taylor: https://weirddarkness.tiny.us/7e6xxvph“The Hundley Murders” by Troy Taylor for his book “Bloody Illinois”: https://weirddarkness.tiny.us/3yb3fd2pVisit our Sponsors & Friends: https://weirddarkness.com/sponsorsJoin the Weird Darkness Syndicate: https://weirddarkness.com/syndicateAdvertise in the Weird Darkness podcast or syndicated radio show: https://weirddarkness.com/advertise= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =Weird Darkness theme by Alibi Music Library. Background music provided by Alibi Music Library, EpidemicSound and/or StoryBlocks with paid license. Music from Shadows Symphony (https://tinyurl.com/yyrv987t), Midnight Syndicate (http://amzn.to/2BYCoXZ) Kevin MacLeod (https://tinyurl.com/y2v7fgbu), Tony Longworth (https://tinyurl.com/y2nhnbt7), and Nicolas Gasparini (https://tinyurl.com/lnqpfs8) is used with permission of the artists.= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =OTHER PODCASTS I HOST…Paranormality Magazine: https://weirddarkness.tiny.us/paranormalitymagMicro Terrors: Scary Stories for Kids: https://weirddarkness.tiny.us/microterrorsRetro Radio – Old Time Radio In The Dark: https://weirddarkness.tiny.us/retroradioChurch of the Undead: https://weirddarkness.tiny.us/churchoftheundead= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =(Over time links seen above may become invalid, disappear, or have different content. I always make sure to give authors credit for the material I use whenever possible. If I somehow overlooked doing so for a story, or if a credit is incorrect, please let me know and I will rectify it in these show notes immediately. Some links included above may benefit me financially through qualifying purchases.)= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = ="I have come into the world as a light, so that no one who believes in me should stay in darkness." — John 12:46= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =WeirdDarkness® is a registered trademark. Copyright ©2024, Weird Darkness.https://weirddarkness.com/real-kris-kringle-sightings/

In this episode of The Gateway to Joy Podcast, we begin our series on Christmas Stories We share Gateway to Joy radio programs: - Christmas Morning - The First Hymn We also hear from special guest: - Joni Eareckson Tada --------- Special thanks to Mike Dize and the Bible Broadcasting Network. Theme music: John Hanson. Visit www.ElisabethElliot.org for more lectures, devotionals, videos, Gateway to Joy programs, and other resources.

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Something good happens when you read a story aloud to children. On this Building Relationships with Dr. Gary Chapman, author and professor, Dr. Timothy Larsen will introduce us to a feast of great literature. He's chosen 12 classic Christmas stories from authors such as Charles Dickens, G.K. Chesterton, Louisa May Alcott and many others. Hear more about these redemptive stories on Building Relationships with Gary Chapman. Featured resource: TWELVE CLASSIC CHRISTMAS STORIES: A FEAST OF YULETIDE TALESDonate to Moody Radio: http://moodyradio.org/donateto/buildingrelationshipsSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Paco retells the stories of Jesus birth and those who came to worship the Son of God while Fish helps kids understand how to apply Bible principles to their everyday lives. #biblestoriesforkids, #angelsproclaimjesusbirth, #maryandjoseph, #shepherdsvisitthebabyJesus, #wisemenvisitjesus, #christmasstories, #storiesofthefirstchristmas, #peaceonearth, #joytotheworld, #storiesofjesus, #bedtimestoriesforkids, #storiesforchristiankids, #biblelessonsforkids, #heargodswordanddoit, #doerofGodsword, #merciful, #willing, #peacemaker, #peace, #fishbytesforkids, #fishbytes4kids, #fishbitesforkids, #fishbites4kids, #ronandcarriewebb, #roncarriewebb

Get ready for a festive, literary feast. Author and professor Dr. Timothy Larsen has chosen 12 classic Christmas stories from authors such as Charles Dickens, G.K. Chesterton, Louisa May Alcott, and even Lucy Maude Montgomery. Hear more about these redemptive stories and what can happen when you read these aloud to children and adults. Don't miss the conversation on Chris Fabry Live. For more information about the work of Care Net, click here. Chris Fabry Live is listener-supported. To support the program, click here.Become a Back Fence Partner: https://moodyradio.org/donateto/chrisfabrylive/partnersSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

When you picture the story of Jesus' birth, you might think of Mary and Joseph traveling to Bethlehem, a stable, shepherds, and wise men. But have you ever wondered which details come from which Gospel—and why the accounts differ? Join Bart Ehrman and Megan Lewis as they explore questions like: Were Mary and Joseph from Nazareth or Bethlehem? Did they flee to Egypt after Jesus' birth, or go straight home? And can these accounts be reconciled into one story?