A
Legend by Count Franz Pocci
The stranger child
There once lived a labourer who earned his daily bread by
cutting wood. His wife and two children, a boy and girl, helped
him with his work. The boy’s name was Valentine, and the girl’s,
Marie. They were obedient and pious and the joy and comfort of their
poor parents.
One
winter evening, this good family gathered about the table to eat
their small loaf of bread, while the father read aloud from the
Bible. Just as they sat down there came a knock on the window, and
a sweet voice called: “O let me in! I am a little child, and
I have nothing to eat, and no place to sleep in. I am so cold and
hungry! Please, good people, let me in!”
Valentine
and Marie sprang from the table and ran to open the door, saying”Come
in, poor child, we have but very little ourselves, not much more
than thou hast, but what we have we will share with thee.”
The
stranger Child entered, and going to the fire began to warm his
cold hands. The children gave him a portion of their bread, and
said: — “Thou must be very tired; come, lie down in
our bed, and we will sleep on the bench here before the fire.”
Then
answered the stranger Child: “May God in Heaven reward you
for your kindness.” They led the little guest to their small
room, laid him in their bed, and covered him closely, thinking to
themselves: “Oh! how much we have to be thankful for! We have
our nice warm room and comfortable bed, while this Child has nothing
but the sky for a roof, and the earth for a couch.”
When
the parents went to their bed, Valentine and Marie lay down on the
bench before the fire, and said one to the other: “The stranger
Child is happy now, because he is so warm! Good-night!” Then
they fell asleep. They had not slept many hours, when little Marie
awoke, and touching her brother lightly, whispered: “Valentine,
Valentine, wake up! wake up! Listen to the beautiful music at the
window.”
Valentine
rubbed his eyes and listened. He heard the most wonderful singing
and the sweet notes of many harps.
“Blessed
Child,
Thee we greet,
With sound of harp
And singing sweet.
“Sleep
in peace,
Child so bright,
We have watched thee
All the night.
“Blest
the home
That holdeth Thee,
Peace, and love,
Its guardians be.”
The
children listened to the beautiful singing, and it seemed to fill
them with unspeakable happiness. Then creeping to the window they
looked out. They saw a rosy light in the east, and, before the house
in the snow, stood a number of little children holding golden harps
and lutes in their hands, and dressed in sparkling, silver robes.
Full
of wonder at this sight, Valentine and Marie continued to gaze out
at the window, when they heard a sound behind them, and turning
saw the stranger Child standing near.
He
was clad in a golden garment, and wore a glistening, golden crown
upon his soft hair. Sweetly he spoke to the children: “I am
the Christ Child, who wanders about the world seeking to bring joy
and good things to loving children. Because you have lodged me this
night I will leave with you my blessing.”
As
the Christ Child spoke He stepped from the door, and breaking off
a bough from a fir tree that grew near, planted it in the ground,
saying: “This bough shall grow into a tree, and every year
it shall bear Christmas fruit for you.”
Having
said this He vanished from their sight, together with the silver-clad,
singing children — the angels. And, as Valentine and Marie
looked on in wonder, the fir bough grew, and grew, and grew, into
a stately Christmas Tree laden with golden apples, silver nuts,
and lovely toys. And after that, every year at Christmas time, the
Tree bore the same wonderful fruit.
And
you, dear boys and girls, when you gather around your richly decorated
trees, think of the two poor children who shared their bread with
a stranger child, and be thankful.
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