The Christmas season is one of the highlights of the year for children and many adults. The houses are festively decorated and a magic that seems to be longing for all year round seems to be alive in the winter streets. But what is the magic? What invisible power unites people at Christmas time and what is this universal bond made of??
The essence of Christmas is no longer the Christian custom, beyond whose meaning the festival has long outgrown. Rather, it permeates every aspect of life. Above all, this festival causes families to find each other and give themselves security and warmth. Meanwhile, people often find space to free themselves from the stressful conditions of life and to reach a higher level of awareness: reflection.
Although we live in the 21st century, Christmas is present and omnipresent in the so-called West every year. This is certainly due to the warm Christian character of the festival itself. But it is precisely the love of one’s neighbor, which emerges more clearly in the Christmas season for many people, makes one think.
Why don’t you show love and respect for your family, friends and everyone else all year round? Especially at Christmas, many adults only start to think of those who are not as good as you are. Yes, in this contemplative time you are just closer to each other than usual. The hectic pace of everyday life and the demands of life move for a moment a little bit to the rear. There is peace and space to reflect on the important things in life. That is what makes this festivity so enjoyable. If you take the Christian faith seriously, you will enjoy the birth of Christ and the fact that the "savior" was born into the world. God became small and fragile, like a baby, to be with his people.
Christmas is the festival of love, contemplation and last but not least the children’s festival. Is there anything better than the glow of children’s eyes and the anticipation of the little ones for the Christ child or Santa Claus? Christmas stories for children simply belong in this contemplative section of the year and delight not only the little ones.
Whether reading aloud or reading it yourself: If certain stories already accompany childhood at Christmas, the adult will remember it for a lifetime and indulge in beautiful childhood memories. Starting in Advent through to the actual Christmas celebration, Christmas stories are an ideal companion for toddlers and older children. Whether in the morning after getting up, in the afternoon on an uncomfortable winter day, in the evening as a bedtime story or as a present on the Christmas tree.
Christmas stories: short, funny and contemplative for children and adults
Christmas stories, for children and adults, you can find us quickly, without long searches, in a clear selection. They are ideally suited for cozy hours by the fireplace or as a little bedtime story during the Christmas season. We hope you enjoy using ours short, funny and contemplative Christmas stories.
Christmas stories overview:
Contemplative Christmas story:
1. Our first Christmas tree
It was the first Christmas vacation of my student days. For weeks I had already counted the days and finally the hours until the morning of the drive home from Graz to Alpel. And when the day came, it was storming and rummaging that my train got stuck. So I got out and went on foot, fresh and funny, for six hours through the valley, where the frost cut my nose and ears so that I could no longer feel them. Through the mountain forest, where I got so warm that my ears were suddenly back and hotter than ever in summer. So when it was already dawn I came happily up to where the old house, shimmering through flurries and fog, stood like a blurry spot, lonely in the middle of the snow desert. When I entered the room was so small and low and dark and warm – quaint. In the townhouses, all standards for a forest farmhouse are covered up. But you can find yourself in it straight away when the mother greets the newcomer without any fuss: “Well, because you are only there! " The fire roars on the open stone hearth, a candle is lit in the good room. “Mother, not! "I said," prefer to light the chip light, that’s nicer. " But she didn’t. The pine span light is for the working days. Because the son came home after a long absence, it was a holiday for the mother. That’s why the festive candle. When my eyes got used to the half light, I also saw the Nickerl, the eight-year-old brother. It was the youngest and the last. “Looking out is good for you! “The mother praised my cheeks flushed from the flurry. Little Nickerl looked pale. “You have the city colors instead of mine! “I said and laughed. The thing was. The little boy coughed, half the winter already. And there was an old maid who said at least three times a day that for a “coughing person” nothing was worse than “the cold air”. She forbade the little boy to go outside the door. I think that’s why he was so pale, and not for coughing. I slept little on the night after Christmas – something rare in those years. The mother had made a bed with her on the stove with the instruction not to stretch her legs so far, otherwise they would come into the fire pit, where the coals were melting. The glowing coals were cozy, that crackled so nicely in the still dark night and sometimes threw a light glow on the wall, where the colorfully painted bowls were leaning against a rack. There was a concern that I had to make conclusions about that night before the mother went to the stove to cook the morning soup. I had heard a lot of talk about how to celebrate Christmas in the cities. There they are supposed to put a little spruce tree, a real little tree from the forest, on the table, attach candle to its branches, light it, including even lay gifts for the children and say that the Christ child brought it. Now I wanted to build a Christmas tree from my little brother, Nickerl. But everything in secret, that’s part of it. After it was daylight, I went out into the frosty fog. And it was precisely this fog that protected me from the eyes of the people working around the house when I ran from the forest with a spruce tree to the wagon hut. Then evening came. The servants were still busy in the stables or in the chambers, where, according to the custom of Christmas Eve, they washed their heads and prepared their festive attire. The mother in the kitchen baked the Christmas donuts, and the father with the little napkin blessed the yard. The father had glowing coals in a vessel, had sprinkled on the same incense and was going through all the rooms in the courtyard to smoke them and pray in silence. Evil spirits should be driven out and good ones blessed into the house. So while the people were busy outside, I prepared the Christmas tree in the big room. I put the little tree that was stuck in the log on the table. Then I cut ten or twelve candles from the wax stick and glued them to the branches. Below, at the foot of the tree, I put down a wake-up call. Then I heard kicks above the room in the attic – slow and tripping. They were already there and blessed the floor space. Soon they would be in the room where we used to end the smoke. I lit the candles and hid behind the stove. The door opened, they entered with their holy vessels and stood still. " What’s that? “Says the father in a low, drawn-out voice. The little boy stared speechless. The Christmas tree lights were reflected in his big, round eyes like little stars. – The father slowly walked to the kitchen door and whispered: “Mother, mother! Come in a little. "And when she was there:" "Mother, did you do that? " "Maria and Josef!" Breathed the mother, "what louder have you put there on the table?" Soon the servants and the maids came over, frightened by the strange appearance. Then someone, a boy from the valley, suspected: it could be a Christmas tree. Should it really be true that angels bring such trees from heaven? – They looked and marveled. And from the father’s jar smoked incense and already filled the whole room, so that it was like a delicate veil that lay over the burning tree. The mother looked around the room with her eyes. “Where’s Peter? " Then I thought it was time to step out of the oven corner. I took little Nickerl, who was still speechless and motionless, by the cool hand and led him to the table. He almost resisted. But I said to him in a deeply solemn mood: “Don’t be afraid, brother! Look, dear Christkindl brought you a Christmas tree. He’s yours. ”And then the little boy started to neigh with joy and emotion, and his hands were clasped as in the church. I have seen the Christmas tree more than forty times since then, with a mighty shine, with rich gifts and joyful cheers among young and old. But I have never seen greater joy in the Christmas tree, so bright a joy, than that of my little brother Nickerl, to whom it came so suddenly and miraculously before my eyes, a sign of him who came from heaven.
Welcome to the world of Christmas stories. But these stories can also be received and noticed in every season, not just at Christmas time. There are Christmas stories from all over the world. I would like to try to bring you the most beautiful stories from different countries. Combined with some explanations about the different traditions of the countries, I would like to ensure that these many different customs at Christmas time are clearly explained to everyone. Of course, many of these Christmas stories are fictitious and should never be taken too seriously.
And here it is again, the most popular time of the year for many: Christmas! We are all looking forward to the festival of love and family, to all the wonderful moments that we will still experience this Christmas season. But why is that actually the case?
Unfortunately, the real idea of Christmas is often lost between all the presents under the Christmas tree. Therefore, for many, Christmas has just become a time when people give and receive presents. Unfortunately, the meaning and the story behind it are lost, making the whole festival increasingly unimportant.