The following is the second and final installment of TEFL Express’s original Christmas fairy tale “Biz and the Giant Christmas Tree”. This is a great addition to your classroom’s holiday themed classes and is aimed at high level young learners (Flyers 1 and up) as well as lower level teens.
If you missed part 1 of the story, you can find it here.
Also, if you’re looking for some Christmas songs to play with your kids, you can gain access to a list of my holiday classroom favorites by clicking on the link below.
What a busy day, Bizzy thought. She was so tired and hungry that even the potato bread with mashed potatoes tasted good. She even ate the dessert: potato pancakes with syrup on them. Her mother was happy too, because one of her friends had given her some money. They would have enough money to get by until spring and they wouldn’t have to sell the potato farm.
That night, before Bizzy went to bed, she wanted to look at her new bicycle one more time. She hugged the bicycle. “I love you bicycle,” she said.
She really did love it. It was the only toy that she had ever wanted. However, as she was putting the bicycle back under the bed, she noticed something that she hadn’t seen before. On the bicycle was a red bow meaning that it was a present. On the bow was a small label.
Bizzy began to feel guilty. This wasn’t her bicycle at all. This bicycle was for a different little girl named Lilly. “Oh well, it’s my bicycle now,” Bizzy said angrily.
She put the bicycle away under her bed and tried to sleep. She kept thinking of the little girl waking up on Christmas morning and not getting her bicycle. It started to make her feel sad. “Why does that little girl deserve a bicycle more than me?” She told herself.
Eventually, Bizzy fell asleep, but that night she had horrible dreams. She dreamed of snow guards chasing her and the giant telling her that she was a very naughty girl.
Her dreams woke her up in the middle of the night. She was sweating and felt very hot. She felt very guilty and very sad. She couldn’t keep the bike. She couldn’t bare to think of the little girl without the bicycle. She had to return the little girl’s bicycle to the winter wonderland.
It was very late and Mrs. Ducktooth was asleep in her favorite chair. She didn’t wake up as Bizzy walked by with the little girl’s bike. Bizzy got on the bike one last time and began riding up the Christmas tree.
At the top, there were a few of the snow guards, but they were asleep. Bizzy easily crept past them. Everyone else though was seemed extremely busy. On the cloud, in an area away from all of the buildings was a sleigh. It was bigger than anything that Bizzy had seen before. It was the size of eight hundred elephants!
All of the elves were loading presents into the sleigh. The pile of presents was so high, it almost looked higher than the giant Christmas tree that Bizzy had climbed up. When the elves were finished, they all started to whistle. One elf’s whistle is not very loud, but all of them together made a sound so loud that Bizzy had to put her hands over her ears.
Then, out came the giant fat man with his long white beard, rosy cheeks and red hat. He didn’t seem as scary this time. In fact, the man was smiling and holding a large sack that was also filled with toys. When the elves saw him, they began to cheer and sing Jingle Bells.
“Ho, ho, ho!” the giant shouted, “Merry Christmas!”
There was a large clock near the center of town that began to chime. It was midnight–it was Christmas. The giant man got on the sleigh. Thousands of reindeer were harnessed to it, ready to begin their flight. In front of them all, was the reindeer with the bright red nose.
“Ok everyone, let’s go!” shouted the giant and the sleigh began to move.
Oh no! Bizzy thought. If they leave, the little girl will never get her bicycle on Christmas morning. “Stop!” Bizzy screamed.
Bizzy began to ride her bicycle towards the sleigh. She was cycling faster than she’d ever cycled before. She wasn’t scared of the giant Santa anymore, she didn’t care about keeping the bicycle, she just wanted that little girl to have a happy Christmas morning. “Stop, stop, stop!” shouted Bizzy.
And then it did. The sleigh stopped and the giant Santa turned around to see Bizzy cycling behind him. When Bizzy reached the sleigh, she was so tired she could barely speak. She got off of the bicycle. “Stop, stop. You forgot one present. It’s this bicycle. It’s not my bicycle, it’s Lilly’s. See the tag.”
Santa didn’t say anything. He merely took the bicycle in his giant hand, then he gently placed it inside of his bag. It looked so small in his hand, almost like an ant. Santa got out of the sleigh, and got low to the ground so that his giant face was in front of her. His eye was the size of a swimming pool.
“Meeerrrrryyyyy Chhhhrrrriiiiisssssstttttmmmmmmaaassss!!!!” he said.
His voice was so deep that it moved the hair on Bizzy’s head. She went up to him and kissed him on the cheek. “Merry Christmas,” she said.
When Bizzy returned to her room, she fell asleep easily. It had been a very big day, and a very big night. In the end, she didn’t need a bicycle or anything special. She had enough food to survive and a mother who loved and cared for her. That was more than many people.
The next morning, when Bizzy woke up, she smelled something strange, something that wasn’t potato. She walked into the kitchen and there on the table was a beautiful apple pie! It smelled amazing. “I’ve been saving these apples for a special day. Merry Christmas my sweet little girl,” Mrs. Ducktooth said kissing her daughter on the forehead.
The pie tasted even better than it smelled. Bizzy couldn’t remember the last time that she’d tasted a non-potato food. After she ate two pieces of pie, her mother was ready to show her another surprise. In their garden, the giant Christmas tree had disappeared. In its place, was a shiny pink bicycle with a polka dot seat and a loud bell.
Bizzy ran outside eagerly. She looked at the bow and the label. It read:
To: Bizzy (the sweet girl who understands the Christmas spirit)
From: Santa (the giant fat man with a curly white beard and a red hat)