![]() ![]() The Waldorf School of Baltimore's early childhood education (2.5 years through Kindergarten) offers a rich language program, where beautiful and complex stories from various cultures and countries are presented orally or accompanied by puppetry, feeds children’s imagination, builds vocabulary, and supports the development of literacy. We hope you enjoyed learning the secret of the Winter Solstice as much as our early childhood students do! Then Fox took them back to their snug home under the roots of the giant oak tree where they dreamed wonderful dreams, waiting for the warmth of spring and the fun they would have with the little Sun King. And all the creatures within the grove sang with them. The fairies sang to the Baby Sun King, songs of the coming spring, the sweet smelling flowers, the bumbling bees, and all the secrets of the forest during the long days of summer. The winter would come to an end after all! Every year the Sun King must come to the ancient grove during the darkest days of winter where he dies and receives new life again.” "That is the great secret of the Winter Solstice. ![]() "How can this little baby be the Sun King?" "But Brother Gnome said the Sun King was dead," the fairies answered. "He is the newborn Sun King," said the fox smiling. The little fairies moved closer until their eyes laid on what was in the very center of the grove. "They are all smiling and happy," said Rose as she looked around at all the woodland creatures. ![]() "Why, the whole of the forest must be here!" said the little fairies, as they slid to the snow covered ground. The fox carried the little fairies right through a spiral of trees right to the center of the grove, then knelt down. It was the most beautiful music the sisters had ever heard. The beautiful music carried over the cold, still, moonlit air. "Listen!" Zinnia said as they neared the grove of ancient trees. The fox knelt down so the Faeries could climb up. "Climb on my back, warm yourselves in my fur, I will take you there swiftly." ![]() "To the ancient grove," they answered, shivering. "Where are you going, fairies?" Fox asked. They flew through icy wind, until they came across their friend the fox. The fairies left their warm home and trudged off through the snow toward the ancient oak grove. "I don't know, perhaps if we go, we will see what brother gnome was talking about." Answered Zinnia as she pulled on her hat.” "What did Brother gnome mean?" Rose asked as she gathered up her cloak. "Hurry, Hurry, don't be slow! To the Ancient Oak Grove together we shall go!" He danced out of the door and disappeared. Come and see." Brother Gnome danced and jigged around the room. The three Fairies looked at him in surprise. "There is a secret to the Winter Solstice." "Oh, little child-fairies." The gnome reached for Rose’s hand and pulled her to her feet. "If the Sun King IS dead, it will be winter always. "How can you be happy and laughing?" Rose frowned at the gnome. "Now hurry, or we'll be late for the celebration!" "The Sun King is dead." Brother Gnome said, his round dark eyes sparkling with laughter. "We are too sad to celebrate," Daffodil said wiping her eyes, "The Sun King is dying, haven't you heard?" Rose opened the door and a little gnome pushed inside, shaking the glistening snowflakes off his coat and hat. "Why are you hiding instead of joining the Forest in our Solstice celebration?" "Hello, Fairies," called out a loud voice. As they huddled together, there was a knock on the tiny door of the great oak tree. Everything will be winter forever!" Rose and Daffodil tried to comfort their sister, but they were all very sad. "Dying? Oh, what will we do now?", little Zinnia started to cry, "If the Sun King dies, our plant friends will not grow. "The great oak said he's dying" answered her sister, Daffodil. "I saw the Sun King today," the fairy named Rose said "He looked so old and tired as he walked off through the forest.” Outside, the wind blew cold and snow covered the ground. Once upon a time, on a frosty December night, a group of little Fairies huddled in their home deep under the roots of a giant oak tree. ![]()
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |
AuthorWrite something about yourself. No need to be fancy, just an overview. ArchivesCategories |