CHAPTER 1 CHRISTMAS EVE On Christmas Eve the children of the Doctor Stahlbaum were not allowed into the family room,
Let alone the adjoining living room.
Evening had come,
And Fritz and Marie Stahlbaum sat huddled in a corner,
As was usual on Christmas Eve.
No one had brought in a light,
And so they sat in an eerie darkness.
Fritz was whispering to his younger sister Marie,
Who had just turned seven,
How early that morning he had heard rattling and pounding from the forbidden chambers,
And how he had just seen a small,
Dark man slipping a large box under his arm across the corridor,
And how he knew it was none other than Godfather Drosselmeyer.
Marie's eyes lit up,
And she clapped her hands and cried,
Oh,
What do you think Godfather Drosselmeyer has made for us?
Now,
Judge Drosselmeyer was not the least bit handsome.
He was small and thin,
With a face full of wrinkles,
And where his right eye ought to have been,
He wore a black eye patch.
He had no hair at all on his head,
And so he wore a cleverly made white wig of glass threads.
In general,
Godfather Drosselmeyer was a clever sort of man,
Who knew a great deal about watches and clocks,
And even made some himself.
When one of the Stahlbaum family clocks was sick and couldn't sing,
Godfather Drosselmeyer would come and take off his glass wig and yellow coat and put on a blue apron.
He would then stab all sort of sharp instruments into the clock.
Marie felt sympathy pains,
But the clocks weren't all hurt.
In fact,
The clocks purred and sang as joyfully as ever,
Which made the whole family happy again.
Drosselmeyer always had something in his pockets for the children when he came to visit.
Sometimes it was a funny little man who rolled his eyes and bowed,
Sometimes it was a box from which a small bird hopped,
And sometimes it was something else,
But every Christmas the judge would go extra effort to create something spectacular,
So spectacular that the children's parents would put it away for safekeeping afterward.
What do you think Godfather Drosselmeyer has made for us?
Marie anxiously asked.
Fritz said it probably wouldn't be any different this time.
He expected a fortress where soldiers marched and trilled about,
And the soldiers would come to overtake it,
But brave soldiers inside the fortress would fire booming cannons to keep the intruders away.
No,
No,
Marie interrupted.
Godfather Drosselmeyer told me of a beautiful garden with a big lake,
With beautiful swans swimming around wearing gold necklaces and singing pretty songs.
Then a little girl comes to the lake and calls the swans and feeds them marzipan.
Swans don't eat marzipan,
Fritz said scornfully,
And Godfather Drosselmeyer can't make a whole garden.
Besides,
They always take what he gives us away.
I prefer what Papa and Mama give us.
We can keep those and do what we want with them.
The children continued to guess and wonder.
Marie pointed out that her large door,
Madame Trudy,
Was more awkward than ever these days.
She fell on the floor time and again,
Which put nasty marks on her face and was getting her dress filthy.
She tried scolding her,
But no avail.
Also,
There had been the way Mama had smiled when she saw how happy Marie was with the little parasol for Gretchen.
Fritz pointed out that his father was quite aware that his staples were missing a chestnut horse,
And that he was short of an entire cavalry.
The children were certain their parents had bought them many wonderful presents,
And that,
So,
The blessings of the Christ Child who looked down upon them with kind loving eyes,
Christmas presents,
Were much better than any other presents.
Their older sister Louise added that the Christ Child,
Who brought them gifts through the hands of their loving parents,
Knew much better what they would like than they do,
So rather than wishing and hoping they should remain patient and quiet.
Louise gave Marie pause for thought,
But Fritz muttered,
I'd still like a chestnut horse and some hussars.
Night had fallen,
And Fritz and Marie huddled together in silence.
It suddenly seemed there was a rushing of wings,
And a distant but beautiful music,
A bright light touched the wall,
And the children knew that the Christ Child had flown away shimmering clouds to other happy children.
At that moment a silvery bell rang,
And the doors flew open.
Ah,
The children froze as they stepped on the threshold,
But Papa and Mama let them inside by the hat.
Come in and see what the Christ Child has brought you.
