I ask you, the reader, to remember your most wonderful Christmas. Remember the beautiful, colorful presents and the lavishly decorated Christmas tree? You should be able to imagine how the children felt. With sparkling eyes, the children were completely silenced for awhile. Then Marlon gave a deep sigh, and said "Oh, how beautiful... oh, how nice."
Félicie made a few exuberant leaps into the air. They must have been very good that year, because they had never been given so many wonderful and magnificent presents before. The big fir tree in the center of the room was covered in golden apples, silver apples, buds, and blossoms. Besides that, there were sugared almonds, colorful candies, and many other delicacies. Each and every branch was adorned, and best of all, hundreds of lights sparkled from within its branches like tiny stars. Its warm and inviting glow beckoned the children to pluck its fruits.
Around the tree were such colorful and lovely gifts to defy description. Marlon saw the prettiest dolls and all sorts of neat little items and tools for them. What especially caught her eye was a dress hanging from a rack so it could be seen from all sides. It was made of silk and adorned with colorful ribbons, and after admiring it for a moment, Marlon exclaimed "It's so beautiful! Oh, I love it! Surely I'll be allowed to wear it!"
Félicie had already galloped three or four circles around the tree on his toy horse, which she had found bridled next to the table. After dismounting she said it was a wild beast, but that was all right - she'd tame it sure enough. Then he inspected her new squadron of hussars, who were dressed beautifully in red and gold. They carried tiny silver weapons and rode on horses so white that they almost looked like they were made of pure silver.
When the children quieted down they turned to the picture books, which were filled with beautifully-drawn pictures of flowers, children at play, and colorful people. They were so life-like that one could almost believe they might really move or speak.
They had scarcely begun to delve into the books when the silvery bell rang again, and they knew Drosselmeier's gift was ready. They ran to the table, where a silken screen Drosselmeier had been behind all along was lifted up. Sitting upon the table was a green lawn decorated with flowers, and upon that sat a beautiful miniature palace with many golden towers, delicate little mirrors, and windows to see the elegant rooms inside. A bell rang, and the palace's doors opened. Inside, ladies with long dresses and gentlemen with plumed hats walked about the halls. There were so many candles burning in the silver chandeliers in the central hall that the whole room seemed to be on fire. A gentleman in an emerald cloak would presently poke out of a window, wave, and return into the palace again. Likewise, by the door of the castle, a miniature Drosselmeier - no bigger than Mama's thumb - came out to wave at the children before returning inside.
Félicie had been watching the whole scene with her hands on heer hips. Presently she said, "Godmother Drosselmeier, let me go into the castle!"
The judge gave her a disparaging look, and for good reason. Félicie was quite foolish to even suggest such a thing, for he was far too big to fit inside the tiny castle - its golden towers weren't even as tall as he was.
After watching the lords, ladies, children, the emerald-cloaked man, and the miniature Drosselmeier moving through their routines for awhile, Félicie said impatiently, "Godmother Drosselmeier, come out of the other door."
"That cannot be done, Féliciekin," the judge responded.
"Then let the woman in green come out and walk with the others."
"That cannot be done, either."
"Let the children come down. I want to see them up close."
"It cannot be done," the judge said flatly. "Once it has been put together, it cannot be changed."
"So," Félicie said dramatically, "then nothing can be changed? If that's how it is, then all your pretty little people don't mean much to me. I think my hussars are better, because they can go forward or backward on my command, and they're not locked up in any house."
And so Félicie sprang to the Christmas table, where she let out his squadrons mounted on silvery horses to trot, turn, charge, and fire to her heart's content.
Marlon had also quietly slipped away, because he too had begun to find the walking and dancing dolls dull. But unlike Félicie, he was too polite to show it.
"A machine like this isn't meant for simple children," the judge said angrily to their parents. "I'm going to pack it up."
But their father came over and asked to see the inside of the castle and the intricate clockwork that made the dolls move. So the judge took everything apart and put it back together again, which cheered him right up. He gave the children some beautiful brown men and women with gold faces. They smelled as sweet and pleasant as gingerbread, and both Félicie and Marlon enjoyed them very much.
At their father's request, their brother Louis had put on the new 's jacket with lots of white trimming and buttons with matching trousers he had received, and he looked very handsome in it. But when Marlon was asked to wear his as well, he said he'd rather simply look at it, which he was gladly permitted to do.
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The Nutcracker and the Mouse Queen
RomanceAfter hearing how his toy nutcracker got her ugly face, a little boy helps break the spell and watches her change into a beautiful princess.