Two little children were sitting by the fire one cold winter’s night. Suddenly, they heard a knock at the door. “Who can it be?” they wondered. One ran      (curious) to open it. There, outside in the cold and the darkness, stood a child       no shoes on his feet and dressed in old thin garments. He was trembling with cold,       he asked if he was allowed to come in and warm himself.
“Yes, come,” cried both the children. They drew the little stranger to their warm seat,      (share) their supper with him, and gave him their bed, and they slept on a hard bench.
On the night, they     (awake) by sweet music,     was played by a band of children in shining garments. Suddenly the stranger child stood in front of     : no longer cold and ragged, but dressed in silvery light. He said, “I am the Christ Child,     (wander) through the world to bring peace and     (happy) to good children as you. As you have helped me so much, this tree will give rich fruit to you every year.”
When he was saying that, he broke      branch from the tree that grew near the door, planted it in the ground and disappeared. But the branch grew into a great tree, and every year it bore wonderful golden fruit for the kind children.