
Once upon a time, there was a shoemaker who lived in a little town of half-timbered houses. He and his wife had become very poor. And it wasn’t their fault at all. There was only enough leather left for one single pair of shoes. Outside, snow lay on the ground. Soon it would be Christmas. In the evening, the shoemaker cut out the leather. He laid the pieces on his workbench. “Good night,” he said softly. Then he went peacefully to bed.

In the morning, the shoemaker rubbed his eyes. There on the workbench stood the shoes. All finished! He picked them up. Not one stitch was wrong, not a single one. “Wife, come quick!” he called. Soon a customer came into the workshop. He liked the shoes so much that he paid more than usual. Now the shoemaker could buy leather for two pairs.

That evening, he cut out two pairs. In the morning, the shoes were finished. The next night, there were already four pairs. In the evening he cut, in the morning the shoes stood ready. In the evening he cut, in the morning the shoes stood ready. Who could be helping? People were happy to buy the shoes. Soon the shoemaker and his wife had enough to live on. On Sundays, there was even cake again.
Together: Ask together, very quietly: Who could be helping in the night?

One evening, not long before Christmas, the wife looked at her husband. “Shall we stay up tonight and see who is helping us?” “Yes,” whispered the shoemaker. “I want to know too.” They lit a candle. Then they hid in the corner behind the coats. Only the tips of their noses peeked out. They waited, quiet as mice.

At midnight, the door opened softly. In scurried two tiny little men. They were barefoot and wore only thin, torn little shirts. They were shivering with cold. Quickly they sat down at the workbench. They stitched and sewed and hammered. Tip, tap, stitch by stitch! Tip, tap, stitch by stitch! The shoemaker could hardly believe his eyes. When everything was done, the little men skipped quickly away.
Together: Tap your finger on the blanket and say it along: Tip, tap, stitch by stitch!

In the morning, the wife said, “The little men have made us rich. Let’s give them something to make them happy too. They’re so cold!” She sewed little shirts, little coats, vests and trousers. She knitted warm stockings. The shoemaker made two pairs of tiny shoes. Tip, tap, stitch by stitch – now they were the ones sewing. On Christmas Eve, they laid the presents on the workbench. This time there was no leather there. Then they hid again.
Together: Can you guess? What will the little men do when they find the presents?

At midnight, the little men scurried in. They wanted to start work right away. But there was no leather – there were clothes! First they stared in wonder. Then they cheered. Quick as a wink, they put everything on and sang, “Now we are boys so fine to see, why should we longer cobblers be?” They hopped over chairs and benches. They danced round and round. And then they danced right out the door.

The elves never came back. But all went well with the shoemaker and his wife for as long as they lived. Outside, the snow fell softly. A candle glowed in the window. The shoemaker and his wife sat together and smiled at each other. And maybe, somewhere in the snowy forest, two little men are dancing still. They wear warm clothes and warm shoes. And they are never cold again.





