Winter Christmas Tale – Little Jack’s Plum PiePosted by Suzanne, on December 7th, 2010
Nursery Rhyme Stories
Story Theme: Creating Nursery Rhyme Stories:
The Nursery Rhymes are true verse from literature that have
endured time, imprinting the lively, rhythmical, alliterative song-like little
stories in the world ether. This gives them additional power in the telling.
This is one reason why children love them to be told again and again.
I like to include them in and amongst prose stories to give the children the
gifts of the nursery rhyme, along with the gift of a longer story. The
children benefit greatly from the rhythmical aspect of the verses, which deepen
and regulate wonderful breathing and circulation of the blood. The play of the
consonants which find their best home in the nursery rhymes will strengthen
children’s speech muscles and language aquisition.
Sometimes I create a story to expand and highlight a nursery rhyme.
I call them Nursery Rhyme Stories.
The following story is one of those. I invite you to try your hand at this.
Include the nursery rhyme at least at the opening and closing of the story,
perhaps repeating it 2 or 3 times then too. Even better is when the Nursery
Rhyme comes like a repeating verse within the story. We are building
language bridges when we do this.
December Story: Little Jack’s Plum Pie.
Little Jack’s Plum Pie
Little Jack Horner
Sat in the corner
Eating his Christmas Pie.
He stuck in his thumb,
and pulled out a plum,
and said ‘what a good boy am I,
Yes, what a good boy am I!’
It was Christmas Eve morning in the little village along Blue Mountain Lake.
There was deep snow on the ground, and the lake was frozen enough to
skate on. It was a cold, cold winter! Mama was in the kitchen cooking up
a Christmas feast. There was bread baking, turkey roasting, winter squash
and beans waiting to be steamed, and potatoes roasting with the turkey.
Little Jack stood at the top of the stairs smelling Christmas cooking.
Mmmmmm, it smelled good, but something was missing!
‘ I don’t smell plums! There is no plum pie smell!’, and he ran down the stairs
to the kitchen. Sure enough, there were no plums to be seen!
‘Mama! Where is the plum pie,’ shouted jack!
Mama looked at Jack with the kindest eyes, and said, ‘oh my dear little Jack,
I know how much you love plum pies, but there are no plums to be found,
no plums indeed. There is no plum pie this year.’
Jack almost started to cry. ‘But plum pie IS Christmas,’ he cried out! Then
he ran back upstairs and jumped back in his bed.
He lay there and thought to himself. ‘I know! I will go and find plums! So he
hopped out of bed, put on his warmest clothes and went outside to the shed,.
There he took out his red wagon and filled it with nuts stored from the walnut tree.
There were so many walnuts, Jack knew there were more than they would
ever use. And off he went pulling his wagon along the path by the lake.
Before long he came to Squirrel’s house. Squirrel saw him coming and ran
out to greet him, ‘whirly burly, do I spy nuts?”
Jack repled, ‘I a looking for plums, do you have any to trade?’
Squirrel looks at all the nuts and says, ‘no not I, but I do have sunflower seeds.
I will trade my sunflower seeds for your walnuts. Surely someone else will
have plums. And so Jack traded his walnuts for sunflower seeds, all the while
singing a little song….
‘Thank you, thank you for your seeds,
gladly will I meet your needs!’
Jack said goodbye to squirrel, and pulled his wagon along the path again.
It was not long before he heard a bird calling. It was snow bird who was in the
tall pine tree and saw all the sunflower seeds, his favorite food!
Jack said, ‘I am looking for plums, do you have any to trade?’
Snow bird was still looking at all those sunflower seeds and replied, ‘ no, not I, but
I do have thistledown and feather. I will trade them for your sunflower seeds.’
And so Jack took the thistledown and feather and gave snow bird the sunflower
seeds, singing a little song…
‘Thank you, thank you for feather and down
I will take them all through the town.’
Jack said good bye to snow bird, then set off down the path again, pulling his wagon.
Before long he came upon a mouse who saw the thistledown and feather and thought
‘hmmm, that would keep me warm this winter’.
Jack said, ‘ I am looking for plums, do you have any to trade?’
Mouse looked at the feather and down and said, ‘ no, not I, but I have found a
ball of red yarn. I will gladly trade my yarn for your thistle down and fearther.
Jack was delighted to trade with the little mouse, and he put the red yarn in his red wagon,
singing all the while.
‘Thank you, thank you for your yarn,
As rosy red as my father’s barn.’
Jack said good bye to the mouse and set off down the path pulling his red wagon.
Just ahead, he saw the cosy little hut where the fairy weaver lived. His wee little
house was nestled right under a plum tree! As Jack got closer the fairy weaver
started to jump for joy, and called out, ‘Hello, hello, my dear friend Jack,
I see you have just what I am looking for! I am weaving cloth for my fairy wife’s
Christmas present, and I have run out of red wool….Please please please
let me buy your red yarn!’
Jack looked at the jolly weaver, and he looked at the plum tree.
‘Dear fairy weaver,’ said Jack, ‘ I am looking for plums, I will gladly trade my
red yarn for a wagon full of plums!’
‘Wonderful, wonderful’, replied the fairy weaver, taking Jack by the hand
and leading him to a storage room full of dried plums!
Well, Jack filled his wagon with plums, singing a little tune.
‘Thank you, thank you for these plums
My mama will bake in pie and buns.’
The fairy weaver was already weaving the red yarn into his loom,
as Jack raced home pulling the red wagon looking so colorful against the white snow.
‘Mama, mama,’ he cried out when he got home. ‘Look what I found … PLUMS!
Mama laughed and laughed and could not believe her eyes. Together they made
plum pies, not one, not two, but three plum pies. And after the Christmas meal, Jack
was ready for pie!
Little Jack Horner, sat in the corner,
eating his Christmas pie.
He stuck in his thumb,
And pulled out a plum,
And said ‘what a good boy am I
Yes, what a good boy am I!’
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