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Juliana Horatia

and retold by Illustrated by

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Maria

years ago,

by

Doherty

Teresa Meloni

on

a

winter

afternoon before Christmas, a

boy and

his sister

see a jolly old

them on were

as

little

were amazed to

man approaching

the lane. His hair and beard

white

as

cotton wool.

He

had a face like the sort of apple that keeps well in

\\'inter,

and

his coat

was old and brown. As he walked through the snow with

dog beside him, he looldng Christmas

The

his friendly

carried a fine tree.

children watched

him approach,

and they each had the same amazing at the very same moment: Old Father Christmas!"

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Old Father Christmas / based on

a story by luliana Horatia Euing and retold by Berlie Doherty Illustrated by Maria Teresa Meloni. cm. p. Summan': Godfather Garbel tells the story of how, when he was eight, he and his younger sister met an old man whom they took to be Father Christmas and subsequently had the best Christmas of their lives. ISBN 0-8120-6354-6 $12.95 [I.Christmas Fiction. 2. Santa ClaiK Fiction.] I. Ewing, lulia Horatia Gattv, 1841-1885. II. Meloni, Maria Teresa, ill. III. Tide. 1993 PZ7.D69476l [E]—dc20 92-43820 _ ,^ ;

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Old father Christmas

Based on a story by Juliana Horatia Ewing and retold by Berlie Doherty

Illustrated by

Maria ima^iSB

Teresa Meloni

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Old Father Christmas^ J^

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stories,

a

\cry old lady

who

likes to tell

then she might ha\e told you about

man who girl.

know

used to

her stories

tell

when

a

you

very old

she was a

little

His name might be Godfather Garbel. The story

she loved to hear most was the one about

Old Father

Christmas. Listen,

and you might

Garbel telling her the

the tn-elight.'

just

story.

Can you

backwards and forwards talking.'

You can hear

be able to hear Godfather

Can you

see

see

him winking

him shuffling

in his

square shoes

in

his feet as he's

the leather squeaking half a

room

away.

He's

telling her

about when he was

a little bo\', years

and years before you were born, years and years before the old lady was born. He's telling her about the best

Christmas he ever had.

•

Chapter One

•

When Godfather Garbel Boy

WAS A Little

vvan you imagine, he was

a little boy?

used to give

I

me

says, that

once upon

a time

I

used to have a godmother too, and she presents.

Fm

me

my

the present she have

for

going to

tell

you about

eighth birthday

Children didn't get the sort of presents then that they get now.

Grrmph! They did

We

not!

didn't get half the presents

you

get,

but we kept

them t\\'ice as long. And I think we lo\e them more than you love your presents. Grrmph! I think we did! I'll tell you what I got on my eighth birthday. My mother knitted me a blue scarf My little sister, Patt\', gave me a ball that she'd made out of rags and stuffed with bran and

My

father gave

gloves, so

I

me

a

bits

of cork.

broken whip and

a pair

could pretend to be the driver of 11

a

of old

coach

How

and horses!

loved them!

I

my

How

my whip

around the yard, cracldng

I

rode around and

and stretching out

fingers in those cracked old gloves!

And

Kitty gave

sea inside

I

it.

me

had the voice of the

a shell that

could hold

it

up to

my

and

ear

listen to

the sea roaring. I'd never seen the sea.

"Does

it

really

pressing the shell to

"Yes,

sound

my

like this.^""

I

asked Kitty,

ear.

does," she promised me. "It roars and

it

whispers, just like that."

made everyone

I

the old striped cat. the

window with

in the

house

listen to

saw Dick fi"om the

I

a pile

it,

even Puss,

village

of straw for stuffing

go past

Guy Fawkes

my hand so he would hear the sea, too. I gave him such a fright when I pushed it against his ear that he turned around and knocked me over with his pile of straw. "Now what did you go and do that for.>" he asked me. He was a bit upset because I'd made him jump. "I wanted you to hear the sea in my shell," I told with and

him.

I

raced out with the shell in

I

was

a bit upset,

too because he'd pushed

me

into

a puddle.

So Dick picked me up and rubbed me down and gave

me two and pocket, and

could

a half sticks I let

him

of molasses straight out of

listen to the shell,

listen to the sea roaring

in

it

his

and told him he every Saturday

afternoon from then on.

Now

weren't they wonderful presents.^ 12

And

still

I

whadn't had

a

my godmother. At last it coach, a parcel for me from my

present from

came, on the evening

godmother. It

was

herself,

a picture

book. She'd drawn

and colored them

rhyming

stories

in,

all

the pictures

and she'd written

about the characters. They were

Guy Fawkes. And the Man Moon. And Punch. And there was one about Old Christmas. And that's where my story begins. about people

little

like

all

in the

Father

^ Chapter Two

•

•

The Picture Book

JVly

Patty was six years old.

sister

We

loved each

book was almost as much hers as mine. We used to sit on a big stool by the tire with our arms round each other and the book resting

The

other very much.

on our

knees.

"My word," good

picture

as that,

Patty and

books were always

said Kitty. "If

wouldn't mind having one myseltV

I

loved

I

all

the pictures, but the one of

Father Christmas took our hearts by storm. seen anything

like

him, you

see.

time, but we'd never seen

him before,

with his long white hair and his beard

And

he was carrying a C'hristmas

Well, in

my

when

let

life I

me

tell

before!

was

eii2;ht

Old

We'd never

These days you can buy

models of him from any toy-shop

plaster

as

at

Christmas-

anci there like

he was,

cotton wool.

tree.

you, I'd ncxcr seen a Christmas tree

The

first

picture

vears old,

15

and

I

ever saw of one was

it

was carried bv Old

Father Christmas in

my godmother's

couldn't stop looking at

"What

picture book.

I

it.

are those things

on the

tree.^"

I

asked

my

father.

"Candles," he

said.

But there were other things that were even more exciting than candles.

"What

are those colored things .>"

I

asked him.

.^3^ '"^

"Toys," he I

looked

said.

at Patty.

hardly dared to ask

him

"Yes! They're taken off and given to the children

who

"Are they ever taken off)"

I

that.

stand around the tree." Patty and

held each other's hands tightly. "Isn't

I

Father Christmas kind!"

we both

said.

We gazed at the picture again. "How old is Old Father Christmas.^"

My

I

asked.

father laughed. "He's one thousand eight

hundred and

thirty years old," he told us.

"Because

how long it is since the very first Christmas day." And that was the very year we were in, when I was

that's

only eight years old.

"He old."

looks very old," whispered Patty. "Very, very

Well,

and

still

November went by, and December went by, we loved to look at the picture book. We looked

at the picture

of Old Father Christmas so often that he

We

we

knew him, and that if we ever saw him we w^ould recognize him right away. But has anybody ever really seen Old Father

was

like a friend.

felt as if

really

Christmas.^

Christmas week came, and Christmas Eve came.

mother and

My

father were mysteriously busy in the front

room, and Patty and I weren't allowed to go in. We went into the kitchen, but there \\ as no place of rest for us even there.

y^

"Go can't It

away," Kitty told

us.

"Fm

over the place,

all

you see?" looked

puddings were "There's no toes in the

mince

as if the cakes,

fire

all

pies,

and Christmas

over the place with her, too.

room

here for children sitting with their

reading books!" she told

us.

"The

cat's

quite enough, thank you!"

With that

that she gave Puss a

was meant to send her

from the

way

fireplace. It

was

little

kick with her slipper

flying like a football

a hint to her to get

away

out of the

into the Christmas frost, but Puss didn't take the

hint at

all.

happened she would always her warm place on the hearth.

Every time

creep softly back to

But we weren't

as

it

brave as Puss.

over our heads and went outside.

"Perhaps we'll see Dick,"

I said.

We

put Kitty's shawl

fnBut ^

Dick was busy helping

his father decorate the

church. In those days they used to

both ends of

all

make

little

the church benches and stick sprigs of

You had to be very careflil not your nose on them when you sat down. holly in them.

We

it

to

was

a

was anything interesting

long

field

sloped up to a

go

to scratch

ran across the yard and looked over the wall to

see if there

wall

holes at

hill

there.

where flowers grew

summer, and

was so windy that people used whooping cough.

that

there to cure their

in

Behind the

It

was nearly

today

it

as

good

looked strange,

as

and dreary

in the

I

stared back at the

the other end of great

jump

sky.

The white

fields

looked

dusk, but there was a holly hedge,

bright with berries, and a

me.

And "^

covered with snow and

all

standing off against the gray vast

going to the seaside.

tat

robin redbreast staring

robin. Pattys

Kitt^^'s sha\\'l,

that dragged

it

was peeping out of

and she suddenly gave

from our heads and

"Look!"

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cried.

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•

Chapter Three

•

Old Father Christmas

1 looked. An old man was coming along His hair and beard were

as

the lane.

white as cotton wool.

He

had

a face like the sort of apple that keeps well in winter; his

coat was old and bro\Mi. There were patches of snow

him, and he was carrying Patt\'

"It's

and

I

a little

fir

on

tree.

both had the same thought.

Old Father Christmas!" we breathed.

What we didn't know then was that he was an old man from the village who was taking the fir tree up to the Hall, to be made into a Christmas tree. He was a cheerful old fellow, and rather deaf He made up for this by nodding

his

head

all

the time and smiling and saying,

"Aye, aye, to be sure!" every

As he passed

up

in

us he

now and

saw us looking

such a friendh' way that

I \\'as

again. at

him and smiled

bra\'e

enough to

"Hello, Father Christmas!" to him.

"Same

to you!" he said, in a high-pitched voice.

say,

"Soyou ARE Father Christmas!"

Happy New

"xA.nd a

puzzled

me

that Patt}'

"So

a bit,

I

must

Year!" was his reply, which say.

But he smiled so cheerfully

went on, "You're very

I

be. Miss, so

^^ / "H^

said Patty.

I

old, aren't you?"

nodded Old Father

be,"

Christmas.

"My

hundred and

tather says you're eighteen

years old,"

I

thirty

whispered.

"Aye, aye, to be sure," said Old Father Christmas.

"I'm very old." "Very, very old!"

I

said to myself. x\nd then

him, "You're the oldest

man

in the

I

said to

world you know,"

thought of that.

case he hadn't

"Aye, aye," said Father Christmas, and nodded a

but he didn't

really

seem to think anything of

he held up the tree and

bit

is, little

in

said,

it.

lot,

After a

"D'you know what

this

Miss.>"

"A Christmas tree," said Patt\^ And the old man smiled and nodded. I

leaned over the wall and shouted, "But there aren't

any candles!"

"By-and-by," said Father Christmas, nodding away again.

"When

it's

dark they'll

all

be

lit

up. That'll be a

fine sight!"

"There'll be toys too, \\'on't there?" screamed Patt^^

Father Christmas nodded his head.

He I

licked his

could

"And

sweeties!"

lips.

feel Patt\'

trembling beside me, and

my own

e

heart was beating

was

this

—

fast.

What

\\'e

were so eager to know

Father Christmas bringing the tree to us?

^was

But that was what we daren't ask him. WTiat

At

if

he wasn't!

he put the tree over his shoulders again and

last

move

started to

away, and

I

shouted out

in despair,

"Oh,

you're not going, are you.-"

"I'm coming back soon," he

"How

said.

soon.'" Patt\' shouted.

"About four o'clock," said the old man, smiling. "I'm only going up yonder." And off he went, nodding and chuckling, down the snowy lane, and behind him there crept a litde brown and white

spaniel, looking very dirt\' in the snow.

Up yonder! What was

that supposed to mean.' Father Christmas

had pointed vaguely upwards, but

anwhere, up

as

woods, or up

could have been anywhere.

"Where's up yonder.'" asked

was

could have meant

in the field, or in the squire's

in the sky even. It

I

it

puzzled

Squire's woods,"

Patt\^

as she was. "I I

told her.

think

it

must be

"Maybe Old Father

Christmas has got a cave up there,

like

Aladdin's cave

probably, and that's where he gets the candles and

all

the

pretty things for the tree." "I

wonder

if

he's got

in

something for us!"

said Patty.

# So

\\"c

started to walk Kick

home,

tliil

of thoughts of

the wonderful cave where Father Christmas decorated his

Christmas

trees.

wonder why there's no pictiure of Father Christmas's dog in the book:'' "Perhaps it's a new dog that he's got to guard his ^Pattv/'

I

said, "I

cave,*' said Patt\". •

27.

iK^^^len

went indoors we opened the'picture book

\\e

again and looked at

\\indow, but there

it

w as

At that moment

dim light from the passage no dog there.

in the

my

father passed

me and

patted

my

head.

"Fm

not sure,"

I

said to him,

"but

I

think Father

Christmas might be going to bring us a Christmas tree tonight.''

"\\Tio's

been

gone before

I

telling

you

that.-"

he

said,

but he had

had the chance to explain that wc had seen

Father Christmas himself, and had had his

word

for

it

would come back at four o'clock, and that the candles on the tree would be lit as soon as it wzs dark. We hung about outside the rooms till four o'clock

that he

came.

had

We

sat

on

the stairs and watched the big clock.

just learned to tell the time,

dizz\'

by looking up

hand on

its slo\\"

ever}'

but

Patt\'

made

I

herself

other second to watch the big

wiy towards the

our noses into the kitchen

figure four.

now and

We

put

then to smell the

warm. Sometimes we hung

cakes baking and to get

around the parlor door. "'Stop peepingl"

our mother called to

us.

But what did we care what she was doing in the parlor.' Hadn't we seen Old Father Christmas himself, and weren't we expecting him back again at any minute! x\t last the church clock struck. The sounds boomed and

heavily through the frost,

four of them.

Then our own •

28

.

thought there were ^ clock started choking and^ Patt\'

whirring Iti

and

quite clearly

at last

it

— one!

Kitty's cloak again

struck,

and we counted the notes

two! three! four!

and

stole

We

ran to get

We

out into the backyard.

ran up to our old place, and peeped, but couldn't see anything.

"We'd

up onto the wall," I said. Patty struggled up, rubbing her bare Icnees on the cold stones and getting snow up her sleeves. I was just beginning to better get

scramble after her

when something

warm came suddenly and

I

against the bare calves of

yelled with fright.

knees,

my

cold and something

I

elbows, and

my

chin, and the

hadn't gone up Patty's sleeves went

Then the

I

found that the cold thing was

warm "It's

my

legs

tumbled down and bruised

snow

down my

my

that

neck.

a dog's nose,

and

thing was his tongue.

Father Christmas's dog, and he's Ucking your

legs," said Patty.

It really

was that

brown and white

dirt)- little

and he kept on and on licking and making funny

something to didn't

me

know what

hurting, and

I

was

little

if

me and jumping on me,

noises as

only

to do,

spaniel,

if

he were tr\dng to say

could speak his language.

I I

can

tell

a bit frightened

you.

My

legs

were

of the dog, and Patty

was very frightened of sitting on the wall without me.

"You won't

tall.

Hold on,"

And, "Go away!"

I

I

said to her.

said to the

31

I

jumping dog.

"Humpty Dumpty fell off a "Bowwow!" said the dog.

wall," said Patty.

dog tried to pull me down; but when my little sister was on her feet I was quite glad to see that he was more interested in her than he was in me. He jumped up and licked her a few times, and then he turned around and ran away "He's gone!" I said. "Thank goodness for that." I

pulled Patty down, and the

But there he was, back again, crouching 32

at Patty's

feet

and glaring

muddy

color as his ears.

Now

Patty was very fond of animals, and

dog looked

at

when

the

her she looked at the dog, and then she

me, "He wants us to go with him."

said to

He

her with eyes that were the same

at

understood that

from us and ran off ran after him.

I

had

all

right.

as fast as

a faint

He

sprang up and away

he could, and

hope

at the

Patt\'

and

I

back of my mind.

"Perhaps Father Christmas has sent him to fetch us," I

thought.

And only a

sure enough, the little

way.

lying in the ditch,

He

dog

us

up the

lane.

But

stoppeci by something that was

and once more we

breath, "It^s

leci

Old Father Christmas."

said in the

same

•

Chapter Four

•

The Christmas Tree

1

atty

began to

cry.

"I think he's dead," she sobbed.

"He and

is

very old,"

thirt)^ It

whispered. "Eighteen hundred

I

wouldn't surprise me,

Patty.

But

I'll

go and

fetch help."

My

came out

father and Kitty

right away.

thought that the old man had slipped on the

way down from for a bit. Kitty

the Hall, and had

was

him between them

as

ice

They on

his

knocked himself out

strong as any man; they carried

into the kitchen.

He soon came

around. Kitty was marvelous. She didn't complain once that her

work had been

man's chair close to the

interrupted. She pulled the old fire,

and she even

let his little

dog go

right

up to the hearth. As soon

she lay

down

with her back snuggled up so close to the

spaniel's that Kitty

she wanted to

would have

e;et rid

of her. .

35

.

to kick

as

Puss saw

this,

them both out

if

^

If Patty

and

hadn't been so worried about the tree,

I

we would have thought

it

was

wonderful

a

treat to

sit

in

Old Father Christmas. And what a tea it was! Usually we had bread and molasses, but tonight we had all the bits and pieces of cakes and the kitchen having tea with

had gone wrong

biscuits that

Kitty called them, that

And

oven, and the

of pastry and the "tasters and wasters,"

leftover bits

to test that

in the

it

had only been put into the oven

was hot enough for the

there

we

sat,

as

real thing.

helping Old Father Christmas to

tea and cake and wondering in our hearts what could

have happened to the

him about

it.

It

tree.

We

just didn't dare to ask

wasn't until we'd had three cups of tea

each, with tasters and wasters every time, that Pattv said

very gently, "It's quite

dark now."

And

then she heaved a deep

sigh. I

couldn't stop myself.

I

leaned towards Father

Christmas and shouted, "I suppose the candles are the tree

all

on

now?"

"Just about," said Father Christmas.

"And

the presents too.>"

saici Patty.

"Aye, aye, to be sure," said Father Christmas, with his

wonderful smile. I

was trying to think what

else

I

he pushed his cup towards Patty saying, insist.

Miss,

And

I'll

Kitty,

when "Since you

dared ask him

have another cup."

swooping on us from the oven, 36

cried;XL

*35*a^sr
--

"Make yourself f"JVi

at

home,

There's more where these

Sir!

came from. Stretch your arm

them cakes around." So Patty did as she was

out, Miss Patty, and

hand

and handed Old Father

told

Christmas the plate of cakes, and then she picked up the teapot and, holding the

with the other, I

can

tell

But

filled

up

with one hand and pouring

lid

Our

his cup.

hearts were heavy,

you.

at last

We

he was finished.

all

stood up to say

grace after meals, but he stayed with his eyes shut tightly

long

after I'd said

hadn't heard a

down

again,

door. This

is

Amen — I

word of

my

think he was so deaf that he

And

it.

father put his

what he

just as

he was sitting

head around the Idtchen

said:

"Old Father Christmas has sent

a tree to

the

children." Patt)^

old

man

and

I

shouted with joy and danced around the

saying,

you!" which

I

"Oh, how

lovely!

Oh, how kind of

think must have puzzled him, but he only

smiled and nodded.

"Come along," my father said. "Come Come on, Kitty. And Reuben." And he went into the parlor, and we him.

And

My

on, children.

all

followed

M

j^

there was the tree,

godmother's picture of

a

Christmas tree was very

and the flames of the candles looked so real painted in red and yellow that I always wondered why X pretty;

.

38

.

^> they didn't shine in the dark. But the pieture was

nowhere near

We had

wonderful

as

as the real thing.

been sitting almost

in the

dark in the

kitchen, because Kitty always said that firelight was

good enough to burn at mealtimes. And then the parlor door was thrown open, and the tree with all its flickering candles burst into view. The blaze was dazzling. It threw such a glory of light around the

little

and around the colored hanging bags of lemon

gifts,

drops and pink rose drops, and licorice drops, that shall

I

never forget the sight of it.

We

all

got something, and Patty and

that everything

clothes and

had come from Old Father Christmas's

My

hidden cave.

were quite sure

I

father

came

in

with a bundle of old

handed them to him.

"Here you

are,

Reuben.

We

can't forget you, can

we.>"

And

even

when

the old

shuftled out into the

arm, we ^ "^^ We were

still

man

smiled and nodded and

snow with

his present

under

his

believed he had given us the tree. all

very happy, even Kitty, though she kept

her sleeves rolled up and didn't quite

like to

enjoying herself. Busy people are often

be seen

like that.

She

went back to her oven before the Christmas tree lights were put out; even before the angel on the top had been taken down and given to her present

at

once.

She often showed

it

It

was

Patty.

a little

She locked away

wooden workbox.

off afterwards, but she kept 40

it

wrapped died.

in the

Our

same

of

bit

presents didn't

tissue

last

paper

so long,

till

the day she

you can be sure of

that!

The old man died about a \\'eek later. His little dog came to live with us. I suppose he remembered how

warm our

kitchen was. Patt\^ was his special friend, but

he seemed very fond of all of us. Puss seemed to

like

him

too.

And w hen we took him the fields in summertime, lead us to the cave

I

for walks,

rambling around

always hoped that he uould

where Christmas

tree candles

and

presents are hidden. But he never did.

Our mother and man. They

called

him "Old Reuben."

But to Patty and

and he always

father often talked about the old

will be.

me

he was Old Father Christmas,

"5f For Liz Cash dan

With thanks

to

Gin a

Pollinjjcr

BD In

Memory

of John Brain

For the families

and Zeeman Andfo r my o w n fa m ily Fattorini

MTM

Julia XA Horatia Ewixg Juliana Horatia Ewing

\\'as

born

mother, Margaret

Gatt)',

was

in Ecclcs-

cry early age, Juliana

\

Her

a successtiil children's

writer and had a great influence a

1841

Yorkshire, the second of nine children.

ticlci,

From

in

on her daughter's

Ewing displayed

lite.

a \i\id

imagination and an aptitude for storytelling, which her mc^ther actixelv encouraged.

She began her writing career well before her marriage to Alexander

numerous

Ewing

in

1867 when she was 26. Her

children's stories appeared in periodicals

before being published in

book form. She continued

to write

throughout her adult

1885

the age of 44.

Like

at

life

until her

many of her contemporaries,

about

large,

happy

families.

death

in

she chose to write

But Mrs Ewing w ent

bevond the conxentions of the dav bv conve\'ing family affection

and happy moments of childhood without

moralizing. Old Father ChrisUnas'is an ideal example of

her unique

abilit)'

to re\eal the intense, yet simple, joy

that Christmas brinirs for children.

About The Author Berlie

Doherty

is

an English poet,

playwright, novelist, and author of children's bot)ks. She also conducts writers''

and

won

workshops

adults.

To

for

both children

date she has twice

the prestigious Carnegie

Medal, which

is

presented for an

outstanding children's book. Old Father Christmas

\s

her

first

book

for

Barron's.

About The Illustrator Maria Teresa Meloni was born in small town near Lucca, on Italy's Tuscany

She was educated

coast.

a

in

Florence, Rome, and Genoa, and received her art training in Milan.

She

now

lives

and works

in

England.

Old Father Christmas is Maria's first picture book, and for her it confirms the link between the

she

knows and

loves.

two

cultures

Two young

children get their

first

glimpse of

Father Christmas. Believing that they have

met him

in real life, their actual experience

becomes even

better

—the happiest Christmas

they have ever had.

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ISBN 0-8120-6354-6

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