Category Archives: Tales of Childhood

Perhaps the best children’s stories in the world

Perhaps the best children’s stories in the world



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Tales of Childhood Volume Two

Tales of Childhood Volume Two

This book, the second in a series about my childhood, contains another

seven stories, about the strange and oftentimes bizarre things that

happened to me when I was young. I hope you enjoying reading them

as much as I did, remembering them.


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Tales of Childhood

Tales of Childhood

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This book contains five stories, about some of the strange, oftentimes bizarre things that happened to me when I was a child. I hope you enjoying reading them as much as I did, writing and remembering them.

#1 Legs through the ceiling.

#2 The air-raid shelters

#3 Jumping down the stairs

#4 My socks that changed colour

#5 A punt on the Thames

Plus two bonus features!


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Christmas fun reading, for sure

Stories for children and young at heart adults.

Christmas fun reading, for sure

Tales of the Extraordinary,  

The Witches,  

Alice in Wonderland on Top of the World (it’s a Christmas story),  

HARRY ROTTER (she has lost her Magical Marbles),  

Jimmy, the Glue Factory and Mad Mr Viscous,  

Slug Talk,  

The Tales of Beetle About,  

Tales of Childhood, volumes 1 and 2,  

Horrible Horace,  

Stories for Boys,  

The Three Faerie Sisters,  

Christmas: A Carol Betwixt,  

The Fog,  

Aliens Landed in Ballykilduff,  

Stewed Rhymes,  

A Beer in a Burger Bar,  

And a whole lot MORE.


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Twas the Night before Christmas

Twas the Night before Christmas

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house

Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,

In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;


The children were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;

And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,

Had just settled down for a long winter’s nap,


When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.


The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow

Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a magical sleigh, and eight wondrous reindeer,


With a smiling old driver, so lively and quick,

I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.

More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,

And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name


“Now, DASHER! now, DANCER! now, PRANCER and VIXEN!


To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!

Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!”


As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,

When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,

So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,

With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too.


And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof

The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.

As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,

Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.


He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,

And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;

A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,

And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.


His eyes — how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!

His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!

His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,

And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;


The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,

And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;

He had a broad face and a little round belly,

That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.


He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,

And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,

Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;


He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,

And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,

And laying his finger aside of his nose,

And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;


He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,

And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.

But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,




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