A story for children - The Christmas Lantern

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In the small, snow-blanketed village of Windmere, an old cobbler named Thomas lived alone in a crooked little house at the edge of the woods. Known for his craftsmanship, he spent his days mending shoes and his nights by the fire, dreaming of days gone by. His only companion was a small lantern that hung by the window, glowing faintly as though it, too, had grown tired over the years. 

One particularly harsh December, as Christmas drew near, Thomas found himself short on coal and coins. The villagers had fallen on hard times, and few could afford new shoes. The festive air that usually enveloped Windmere felt subdued, as though the spirit of the season had been buried beneath the snow.

On Christmas Eve, Thomas sat in his shop, fiddling with a pair of worn boots, when a knock startled him. He opened the door to find a young boy with bright eyes and torn shoes. The boy, no more than ten, asked softly, "Can you fix these, sir? My mother says I should wear them to church tomorrow, but the soles are too thin." 

Thomas hesitated. He had no leather left, no thread to spare, but the boy's hopeful face stirred something deep within him. "Come back tomorrow morning," Thomas said with a forced smile. 

இதையும் படியுங்கள்:
பூச்சிகளை உணவாக உட்கொள்ளும் தாவரம் பற்றி தெரியுமா செல்லங்களா?
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After the boy left, Thomas sighed and glanced at his old lantern. "What should I do?" he muttered. The lantern flickered as if responding, its light momentarily brighter. Startled, Thomas leaned closer. Inside the glass, he saw tiny golden specks swirling like fireflies. 

"I must be dreaming," he whispered. 

But the lantern pulsed warmly, filling the room with a soft, comforting glow. As Thomas gazed into it, his workbench shimmered, and before his eyes, scraps of leather and thread appeared, as if summoned by magic. He blinked in disbelief but wasted no time. With trembling hands, he set to work, stitching and shaping until the boots looked as good as new. 

When he finally placed the finished boots on the bench, the lantern dimmed and returned to its ordinary glow. Exhausted yet content, Thomas fell asleep by the fire.

The next morning, the boy returned, his face lighting up when he saw the mended boots. "They're perfect! Thank you, sir!" He handed Thomas a single coin, the only payment he could offer. 

Before the boy could leave, Thomas asked, "What’s your name, son?" 

"Gabriel," the boy replied with a grin. 

இதையும் படியுங்கள்:
ஆஃப்ரிக்க நாட்டுப்புறக் கதை: ஆமைக்கு வழுக்கைத் தலை ஆனது எப்படி?
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As Gabriel ran off, Thomas turned to his lantern, now glowing faintly again. For the first time in years, his heart felt light, as though the small act of kindness had rekindled a long-lost spark.  

That night, the villagers noticed something unusual. The lantern in Thomas’s window shone brighter than any star in the sky, casting a warm, golden light across the snowy village. And for the first time in years, the people of Windmere felt the true magic of Christmas—a light born not from wealth or grandeur, but from the simple, enduring warmth of giving.

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