Christmas was slowly approaching. The trees had long since lost their leaves, the cold winds swept across the muddy fields, and Christmas carols were playing in all the shops.
Mickey was at home, ill. He stood at his window and watched the other children going to school in the thick fog. He was getting over his cold now, and already feeling much better. He didn't need to lie in bed any more, and he was beginning to feel bored at home.
He went to the kitchen to find his mum, and said: "Mum, what are we going to do today? I would like to make something."
Mum smiled at him. She was glad that he was feeling better. "That's a good idea, what would you like to use? Paints or crayons? Or plasticine?"
Mickey thought for a moment. Then his eyes lit up and he said: "Just a white crayon and blue paper please." His mum found him both, and Mickey went back to his room to start drawing.
Not long later, he emerged again and went to show his mother what he had made.
"Guess what it is, Mum!" he said.
He had drawn a snowy winter landscape with his white crayon. Children were sledging down a white hill, there were snow-capped trees behind, and a smiling snowman stood in front of the house. "I really hope there will be lots of snow this year, especially at Christmas."
Mum explained to Mickey that with winter just around the corner, it was sure to snow soon. "But at Christmas there isn’t usually snow here," she told him, "only up in the mountains. You’ll need to wait until January for it to arrive here."
Mickey was sad. He really wanted to have a snowy Christmas,…
Readmio is an app full of fairy tales and bedtime stories with sounds activated by your voice. Many stories are free, new stories are added every week.
