this is how it starts: (aimed at 5-6 year olds)
Laura’s Christmas Story
It was that time after Christmas when Mummy and Daddy take down all the decorations.
The cuddly Santas and animals are packed away for their long sleep, the “Happy” cards are taken down, the Christmas candles, cups and plates and tablecloths are put into the back of the cupboard.
My home will look so empty.
The worst moment is when Daddy takes the Christmas tree out of the house.
I laugh when he gets cross at all the small, green, pine needles that fall off.
Daddy has to clean up them up for Mummy or she will get mad at him.
I am so sad when I go around my neighbours and friends and see all the Christmas trees, that the boys and girls enjoyed so much, lying there by the road.
However, I now know what happens to the trees. And it is very special.
One day after Christmas, Daddy saw that I was sad.
He asked me “What’s wrong, sweetie?”
So, I told him all about the tree lying out there in the cold and so unhappy after being in our warm house.
Our tree was beautifully decorated and with presents underneath and now it was out there near the lane, forgotten and miserable.
“Darling, the tree has not been forgotten. Santa knows that it is there and, if you like, I will tell you what happens.”
I replied, “Yes please!”
And this is what Daddy told me.