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It was Christmas Eve. The night was very dark and the
snow falling fast, as Hermann, the charcoal-burner, drew
his cloak tighter around him, and the wind whistled fiercely
through the trees of the Black Forest. He had been to carry
a load to a castle near, and was now hastening home to
his little hut. Although he worked very hard, he was poor,
gaining barely enough for the wants of his wife and his four
little children. He was thinking of them, when he heard a
faint wailing. Guided by the sound, he groped about and
found a little child, scantily clothed, shivering and sobbing
by itself in the snow.
"Why, little one, have they left thee here all alone to face
this cruel blast?"
The child answered nothing, but looked piteously up in
the charcoal-burner's face.
"Well, I cannot leave thee here. Thou would'st be dead
before the morning."
So saying, Hermann raised it in his arms, wrapping it in
his cloak and warming its little cold hands in his bosom.
When he arrived at his hut, he put down the child and
tapped at the door, which was immediately thrown open,
and the children rushed to meet him.
"Here, wife, is a guest to our Christmas Eve supper," said
he, leading in the little one, who held timidly to his finger
with its tiny hand.
"And welcome he is," said the wife. "Now let him come
and warm himself by the fire."
The children all pressed round to welcome and gaze at
the little new-comer. They showed him their pretty fir-tree,
decorated with bright, colored lamps in honor of Christmas
Eve, which the good mother had endeavored to make a fete
for the children.
Then they sat down to supper, each child contributing
of its portion for the guest, looking with admiration at its
clear, blue eyes and golden hair, which shone so as to shed
a brighter light in the little room; and as they gazed, it grew
into a sort of halo round his head, and his eyes beamed with
a heavenly luster. Soon two white wings appeared at his
shoulders, and he seemed to grow larger and larger, and
then the beautiful vision vanished, spreading out his hands
as in benediction over them.
Hermann and his wife fell on their knees, exclaiming,
in awe-struck voices: "The holy Christ-child!" and then
embraced their wondering children in joy and thankfulness
that they had entertained the Heavenly Guest.
The next morning, as Hermann passed by the place
where he had found the fair child, he saw a cluster of lovely
white flowers, with dark green leaves, looking as though
the snow itself had blossomed. Hermann plucked some,
and carried them reverently home to his wife and children,
who treasured the fair blossoms and tended them carefully
in remembrance of that wonderful Christmas Eve, calling
them Chrysanthemums; and every year, as the time came
round, they put aside a portion of their feast and gave it to
some poor little child, according to the words of the Christ:
"Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these
my brethren, ye have done it unto me."
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