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Storytime

Storytime December 2017

Storytime is a kids’ magazine full of brilliant stories. It’s packed with fairy tales, myths, poems, fables and much more – all beautifully written and illustrated, with puzzles, games and colouring in too! Each month we highlight a classic children’s book, plus we have storytelling tips and fun activities to bring the stories to life. Storytime is full of colourful, engaging illustrations, all specially commissioned from talented illustrators from all over the world – and we have a NO advert guarantee! If you love stories, and feel passionately about encouraging children to read, then Storytime is right for you! “Storytime brings classic tales to children every month. The perfect way to start them on a lifelong storytelling adventure” – Michael Morpurgo – former children’s laureate

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3 min.
the hairy snowman

Early one morning, as the sun peeped its head over the horizon, two snowmen were having a chat. “Good morning,” said Albert. “Hello! You’re new,” said Philippe. “So I am,” said Albert. “Pleased to meet you,” said Philippe. “Pleased to meet you too. Feeling well?” asked Albert. “I am,” said Philippe. “Are you?” “Not really,” said Albert. “Oh dear,” said Philippe. “Why not?” “Have you ever heard of a snowman with… hair?” asked Albert. “Air?” said Philippe. “Hair,” said Albert. “Like, here today, gone tomorrow?” said Philippe. “No,” said Albert. “Hair, not here.” “Like a big rabbit?” said Philippe. “No,” said Albert. “Hair, not hare!” “Oh,” said Philippe. “Like the hair of your chinny chin chin?” “Yes,” said Albert. “That.” “Then no,” said Philippe. “I haven’t. Why?” “No reason,” said Albert. “Go on,” said Philippe. “You can tell me.” “Really?” said Albert. “Do you promise you won’t laugh?” “Snow-one laughing here,” said…

3 min.
wee robin redbreast

It was a cold Christmas morning and Wee Robin Redbreast decided to do something special to celebrate the day. He decided to leave his nest and fly all the way to the Queen. The wee robin had been flying for a while when he stopped to rest on a garden wall. Soon a clever old cat came by. “Where are you going, Wee Robin?” asked the clever old cat. “I’m flying to the Queen to sing her a song on this fine Christmas morning,” chirped Wee Robin Redbreast. “That’s nice,” mewed the cat. “Before you go, why don’t you come closer? Listen to this bonny new bell around my neck. It tinkles so nicely.” “No, no, clever old cat!” said Wee Robin Redbreast. “You might fool a little mouse like that, but you won’t fool…

4 min.
the frost fairies

Once upon a time, the far north was home to King Winter and his children. It was so cold and icy there, you couldn’t tell where the land stopped and the clouds began. Silvercap was King Winter’s youngest son and he loved playing with his sisters and brothers in the snow. They built snowmen together and skated around the icy lakes all day long. But when his brothers and sisters grew older and started to work, Silvercap felt lonely. He longed for something important to do, so when his father summoned him to his ice palace one day, Silvercap was excited. King Winter was seated on his crystal throne and his expression was serious. Silvercap’s brothers and sisters – Princess West Wind, Prince North Wind, Princess Ice and Prince Snow – were…

3 min.
a visit from st nicholas

’Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there. The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads; And mamma in her ’kerchief, and I in my cap, Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap. When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash, Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash. The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow Gave the lustre of midday to objects below, When, what to…

1 min.
alphabet zoo

It’s winter at the zoo and the wind is like ice, But our letter P animals think it is nice! Snuggled up in scarves in the chilly air, We can’t wait to see the Polar Bear. It has a layer of blubber to keep it warm, And thick fur protects it from a snowstorm. It lives in the Arctic in the frozen wilds, With paws like paddles it can swim for miles. In winter, it digs a den in the snow, Where its little cubs hide and play and grow. Next we waddle to a place that’s so cool, Can you guess where it is? It’s the Penguin pool! Their bones are so dense that penguins can’t fly, But they don’t care because they can dive! The Gentoo is fastest – it’s like a…

3 min.
babe the blue ox

Long ago, somewhere in North America, a big, healthy baby boy was born. That baby was called Paul Bunyan. Baby Paul had a huge appetite and he seemed to double in size every day. Soon he grew too big for his cradle, too big for his room and too big for his house. His ma and pa had to put him outside in the barn. That was hunkydory for a while, but baby Paul soon grew bigger, and every time he rolled over in his sleep, he made the ground shake like there was an earthquake. When he learned how to clap it was even worse – everyone in town thought there was a thunderstorm! The neighbours soon grew annoyed by all the quaking and the thundering, and they asked Paul Bunyan’s…