If you think that elves only dance on warm summer nights, you don’t know everything there is to know about them. You see, elves also love the winter. When it’s bitterly cold and icy outside, and the frost is pinching everyone’s nose, the elves celebrate their winter festival. In an endless round, the snow crystals drift down from the sky and land on the ground with a gentle, silver sound. Only elves have ears sharp enough to hear the music of the snow. When the snowflakes begin to dance, the elves too begin to dance. What they like doing best is to hover over the freshly fallen snow on which there is not yet a single human footprint. Very gently, the hems of their clothes graze the brilliant white snow and leave behind light traces, as if the wind had breathed upon the covering of snow. From the roofs there hang icicles, all in a row like the chimes of a xylophone. The elves play music on them – plinkety plonkety! And if you don’t believe this, then break off an icicle and take a close look. You’ll see everything that happened last night, caught inside it as if on a film. I.A. 5 January Visit to Mother Hulda Spaghetti is a weird ethnic food that children don't like, in one story set in June. About a month later one of the children declares that spaghetti and meatballs is her favorite dinner. Written years apart, pre- and post-Chef Boyardee? Ocr tesseract 5.0.0-1-g862e Ocr_detected_lang en Ocr_detected_lang_conf 1.0000 Ocr_detected_script Latin Ocr_detected_script_conf 1.0000 Ocr_module_version 0.0.15 Ocr_parameters -l eng Old_pallet IA-NS-1200356 Openlibrary_edition Reading to your child can be great fun and especially so at bedtime when it can be a delightful ritual enjoyed by parents and children alike. These 365 bedtime stories contain enough reading material for an entire year, providing a short, amusing, exciting or surprising story to read aloud at bedtime and help your child fall asleep. From fairy tales, ghost stories, animal adventures to episodes based on childrens' normal, day-to-day activities, there is something to suit every taste and guarantee a year full of pleasant dreams! As a child of the 1960s who owned this book I do have to say that it's a decidedly satisfying nostalgia read.

Disney died of lung cancer in Burbank, California, on December 15, 1966. The following year, construction began on Walt Disney World Resort in Florida. His brother Roy Disney inaugurated the Magic Kingdom on October 1, 1971.Charlene Taylor and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at https: //www.pgdp.net (This file was produced from images generously made available by The Internet Archive/American Libraries.) The stories are exactly what you would expect from Disney stories. Some are funny, some are sweet, and some and a little quirky.

Aunt Kate gave this to Teddy at last New Year's Fidler Family book party - this was a childhood favorite of hers and my mom's. I have three girls. The two older girls (13 & 9) love to read to their new born baby sister. My baby gets exposed to new words and word patterns. My nine year old gets to read to someone who won't judge her if she doesn't know one of the words. My 13 year old gets to practice reading to an audience and she secretly loves pretending she is a teacher. Not to mention the bonding time my children get. While many books have an individual story for each day, in this book the stories are all somehow linked to the families on Trufflescootums Boulevard (aka "What A Jolly Street"), which is a cul-de-sac across from a school, with a little grocery on the corner, up against a sizable creek, with farmland and an orchard right near. Some of the stories, while complete, have a "to be continued" feel that spreads over a few days or an even longer time (one "mystery" lasts months), which gives the book as a whole surprising depth, IMHO. This is a time when spaghetti is an exotic food and all the moms are homemakers and it's very much another era, yet many of the lessons and activities shown are timeless. In November, there are two stories for Veteran's Day, one of which is clearly an Armistice Day story with a couple lines added for Veteran's Day. This is the only reference to WWII in the entire book, and elsewhere WWI is called "The World War". As a preschooler in the early 1960s, I dearly loved this book. In 2020 I still remember it with fondness.Condition: Very Good. 1st ed. Former library book; may include library markings. Used book that is in excellent condition. May show signs of wear or have minor defects. Which did not bother my child-self at all (I just assumed the artist wasn't accurate), while my adult self sees the location as so idyllic and unreal I can still see it as such a mixed-race neighborhood despite the 1950s midwest setting. Heh. During the night there had been a heavy snowfall. Before Oliver’s mum could drive him to playschool, she first needed to shovel the snow away from her car. Oliver gave her a hand. With the broom, he swept the bumpers clear. They’d soon got rid of the snow. Mum turned the key in the ignition, but the car didn’t start. Mum sighed and tried again. But nothing happened. How am I going to get to playschool? asked Oliver sadly. I’ve got an idea, said Mum. She climbed out of the car to bring the sledge out of the garage. On you climb, young man! she said cheerfully. Today, Mum’s taxi is a sledge. S.St. 12 January Looking for winter supplies