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The selfish giant. Christmas story

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In Guiainfantil.com you can read the short version of the story The selfish giant, a Christmas story that talks about how nature can turn selfish people into generous. And what good things can happen around him when someone is kind.

A story to educate children in values ​​such as generosity. Read this story to your children and then talk with them about the values ​​they can learn from Christmas.

Every afternoon, after school, all the children went to play in the garden of the Giant's house. A large and beautiful garden with flowering bushes and covered with soft green grass.

The children were very happy there until the Giant returned, who had gone to visit his friend, the Ogre of Comish. After seven years at his friend's house, the Giant felt that they had nothing to say to each other and decided to return to his mansion.

Upon arrival, the Giant saw all the children playing in his garden and, very furious, said to them in a booming voice:

- What are you doing here?

The children ran away in disarray. And the Giant continued:

- This garden is mine. It is my own garden. Everyone should understand that, and I won't let anyone get in here to play.

Next, he put up a sign that read: "ENTRY STRICTLY PROHIBITED UNDER CONSEQUENTIAL PENALTIES." He was a selfish Giant and the children were left without a place to play.

The children tried to find other places, but none of them liked as much as the Giant's garden.

When spring returned, the whole city was populated with birds and flowers.

Nevertheless, in the garden of the Selfish Giant the winter continued. Since there were no children, the birds did not sing, and the trees did not bloom. Only once did a beautiful flower appear from the grass, but as soon as he saw the sign, he felt so sad for the children that he went back underground.

Meanwhile, the Selfish GiantLeaning out of the window of his house, he saw that his garden was still covered in gray and white, and he thought:

- I do not understand why spring takes so long to get here. I hope the weather will change soon.

But spring never came, and neither did summer. Autumn bore golden fruits in all the gardens, but the Garden of the Giant bore none. The fruit trees said:

- He is too selfish a giant.

In this way, the Giant's garden was forever engulfed in winter, and the North Wind, Hail, Frost, and Snow danced woefully through the trees.

One morning the Giant was still in bed when he heard very beautiful music coming from outside. It sounded so sweet in her ears, she thought it had to be the king of the elves passing by. Actually, it was just a goldfinch who was singing in front of her window, but It had been so long since the Giant had heard a bird sing in his garden that he seemed to hear the most beautiful music in the world.

Then the Hail stopped its dance, and the North Wind stopped roaring, and a delicious perfume penetrated between the open blinds.

- Excellent! It seems that at last spring has arrived - said the Giant, and jumped out of bed to run to the window.

Before their eyes was a wonderful sight. The children had entered the garden through a gap in the wall, and climbed trees. In each tree there was a child, and the trees were so happy that they were covered with flowers. The birds fluttered singing around them. It was really a very beautiful sight.

It was just winter in a corner. It was the farthest corner of the garden, and there was a little boy. But he was so small that he could not reach the branches of the tree, and the boy circled the old trunk crying bitterly. The poor tree was still covered in frost and snow, and the North Wind was blowing and roaring over it.

The Giant felt his heart melt. How I have been so selfish! - He exclaimed - Now I know why spring did not want to come here. I'll take that poor little boy up the tree and then I'm going to take down the wall. From today my garden will forever be a playground for children. The Giant approached him from behind, took him gently in his hands, and carried him up the tree.

And the tree suddenly blossomed, and the birds came to sing, and the boy embraced the Giant's neck and kissed him. The other children, when they saw that the Giant was not bad, ran back. With them spring returned to the garden. And the Giant said to them:

- From now on, the garden will be yours.

And taking an ax, he broke down the wall. At noon, when people were heading to the market, everyone could see the Giant playing with the children. They played there all day, and when night came the children went to say goodbye to the Giant.

- But where is the smallest? - Asked the Giant - that boy I climbed up to the tree in the corner?

The Giant loved him more than the others, because the little boy had given him a kiss.

"We don't know," the children replied, "he left alone."

"Tell him to come back tomorrow," said the Giant.

But the children replied that they did not know where he lived, and that they had never seen him before. And the Giant was very sad.

One winter morning, he looked out the window as he dressed. He no longer hated winter for he knew that winter was simply spring asleep, and that the flowers were resting. Yet suddenly he rubbed his eyes in wonder, and looked, looked. In the farthest corner of the garden was a tree covered in white flowers. All its branches were golden, and from them hung silver fruits. Under the tree stood the little boy whom he had missed so much.

Overjoyed, the Giant approached the boy and noticed that he had wounds on his hands and feet. Worried, and shouting, the Giant asked him who had dared to harm him. Then the boy smiled at the Giant, and said:

- Do not! These are the wounds of Love.

- Who are you, my little boy? asked the Giant, and a strange fear invaded him, and he fell to his knees before the little one. Then the boy smiled at the Giant, and said:

- Once you let me play in your garden; Today you will play with me in my garden, which is Paradise. And when the children arrived that afternoon, they found the Giant dead under the tree. He seemed to be sleeping, and he was covered with white flowers.

FINISH

A tale by Oscar Wilde (Ireland, 1854 - France, 1900) Send your Christmas story!

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