Chapter 2 The Gifts I ask you,
The reader,
To remember your most wonderful Christmas.
Remember the beautiful,
Colourful presents,
And the lavishly decorated Christmas tree.
You should be able to imagine how the children felt,
Its sparkling eyes.
The children were completely silenced for a while,
Then Marie gave up a deep sigh and said,
Oh,
How wonderful,
How beautiful,
Oh,
How nice.
Fritz 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 centre of the room was covered in golden apples,
Silver apples,
Buds and blossoms.
Besides that,
There were sugared almonds,
Colourful 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 colourful and lovely gifts to defy description.
Marie saw the prettiest dolls,
And all sort 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 colourful ribbons,
And after admiring it for a moment,
Marie exclaimed,
It is so beautiful,
Oh,
I love it,
Surely I'll be allowed to wear it.
Fritz had already galloped three or four circles around the tree on his toy horse,
Which he had found bridled next to the table.
After dismounting,
He said it was a wild beast,
But that was all right.
He tamed it sure enough.
Then he inspected his new squadron of hussars,
Who were dressed handsomely 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 colourful people.
They were so lifelike that one could almost believe they might really move or speak.
They had scarcely began to delve into the books when the silvery bell rang again,
And they knew Drosselmeyer's gift was ready.
They ran to the table,
Where a silken-screened Drosselmeyer 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 doors opened.
Elegant 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 Drosselmeyer no bigger than Papa's thumb came out to wave at the children before returning inside.
Fritz had been watching the whole scene with his hands on his hips.
Presently he said,
Godfather Drosselmeyer,
Let me go into the castle.
The judge gave him a despairing look,
And for good reason.
This was quite foolish to even suggest such a thing,
For he was far too big to fit inside the tiny castle.
Its golden towers went even as tall as he was.
After watching the lords,
Ladies,
Children,
The emerald-cloaked man,
And the miniature Drosselmeyer moving through their routines for a while,
Fritz said impatiently,
Godfather Drosselmeyer,
Come out of the other door.
That cannot be done,
Fritzkin,
The judge responded.
Then let the man 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,
Fritz 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 hazards are better,
Because they can go forward and backward on my command,
And they are not locked up in any house.
And so Fritz sprang to the Christmas table,
Where he let out his quads mounted on silvery horses to trot,
Turn,
Charge,
And fire to his heart's content.
Marie had also quietly slipped away,
Because she too had began to find the walking and dancing doors dull,
But unlike Fritz,
She was too polite to show it.
A machine like this isn't meant for simple children,
The judge said angrily to their parents.
I am going to pack it up.
But their mother came over and asked to see the inside of the castle,
And the intricate clockwork that made the doors 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 Fritz and Marie enjoyed them very much.
At their mother's request,
Their sister Louise had put on a new dress she had received,
And she looked very beautiful in it,
But when Marie was asked to wear hers as well,
She said she'd rather simply look at it,
Which she was gladly permitted to do.
