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At Christmas time Old Man Moon is watching carefully upon his little stars. He likes to drive the clouds away, so that there would be a lot of berries and mushrooms next summer. In the dimness of the pale polar night he blows the sails of clouds so that they won’t spoil the good luck of Earth’s inhabitants. He knows that the clear days of Christmas mean luck for the next year. And blowing the clouds away is his only job now. He doesn’t even go to sleep but lolls there above the skyline all the time. Only he must be careful not to wake Lady Sun who is snoring there behind the horizon.
Sometimes Old Man Moon is so generous that he shows his thinnest and sharpest silvery crescent just on Christmas Day. Then people are very delighted: the next year will be particularly happy. |
