The Little Red Christmas Bow - Story

What you need:

Box wrapped with Christmas paper
Red ribbon bow
Stick
Apple
Rock
Flower
Red narrow ribbon or piece of red yarn for each child

Learning Goals and Standards:

• Children listen attentively and understand the story.
• They expand their vocabulary related to Christmas and winter.
• They recognize simple sequences and connections.
• They experience joy in listening and acting out together.

What you do:

Story Props: The Little Red Christmas Bow

• Place the red ribbon bow on top of the Christmas gift box.
• Arrange the props — the gift box, stick, rock, apple, and flower — in a row in front of you.
• Read the story aloud, using each prop to act out the parts as the bow lands on them.
• At the end of the story, tie a small red ribbon bow around each child’s arm as a special keepsake.

The Little Red Christmas Bow

On Christmas Eve, under the twinkling tree,
a shiny red bow sat on a big pile of gifts, happy as could be.
But then—whoosh!—a chilly winter breeze blew through the door,
and the little bow fluttered up, up, and out across the floor!

Through the window it sailed into the night,
spinning and twirling, a sparkling sight.
Down it drifted and landed—plop!—on a stick by the snow.
A bunny hopped by and said, “Oh! What a show!”

He tied the bow to his stick with delight,
“A candy cane flag! Merry Christmas tonight!”

The wind came again—swish, swirl, blow!
Off flew the little red Christmas bow.
It landed next on a rock by a stream,
where a hedgehog was dreaming a hedgehog-y dream.

The bow made the rock look shiny and new.
“Now I have a sparkle in my home too!” said the hedgehog, waving thank you.

The wind whispered gently, “Time to go!”
and lifted once more the little red bow.
It floated down onto a spring flower so fair,
and a squirrel stopped by with joy to share.

“Such a ribbon of red! What a grand decoration!”
He sang all day in happy celebration.

Then softly it fell on an apple in the snow,
and a hungry deer found it—“Oh, what a glow!”
She nibbled the apple and nodded her head,
then trotted away, her belly well-fed.

At last, as the stars began to gleam,
the little bow floated down in a dream.
It landed—so softly—in front of a girl,
who gasped with delight as she gave it a twirl.

She tied it right into her hair,
and smiled from ear to ear right there.
The bow had flown both far and wide—
but now it had a home for Christmas time.

And under the tree, the gifts still shone,
but the happiest gift was the bow’s new home.