Christmas Bonus Episode: "The Candle in the Forest"

Can you imagine the magic of transforming a humble vegetable pie into a shimmering Christmas feast? Join us as we journey through Temple Bailey’s heartwarming tale, "The Candle in the Forest," in our special holiday bonus episode. This enchanting story illuminates the power of contentment and love over materialistic desires, showcasing how a loving mother's imagination and a small girl's faith can create a Christmas filled with sparkling gold carrots, silver onions, and ivory potatoes.

Uncover a narrative woven with hope, love, and the spirit of the season as we traverse the difficult trials of a family faced with poverty. Hear about the mother's difficult choice between paying the rent or gifting her daughter with a Christmas doll. The sheer power of love shines through as we discuss a chocolate mouse, a neighboring boy, and a vibrant Christmas tree, each element bringing its own bit of holiday magic. 

Finally, we experience the joy and warmth of a magical Christmas morning and the touching act of kindness that truly brings the story to life. The journey to the forest, the discovery of the perfect Christmas tree, and a surprise feast all create a holiday scene that will stay with you long after the episode ends. Tune in, as we bask in the true essence of Christmas: love, generosity, and contentment.

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Transcript

Speaker 1: 0:18

Welcome to a special holiday bonus episode of Truth Track. Each Sunday from now until Christmas there will be a bonus episode. I will be reading some Christmas stories. I had posted the stories last year before I launched Truth Track on a separate podcast, and they were enjoyed by many people. I will not be posting all the stories from last year, but the ones that were the most well received based on the podcast analytics. So gather the family and enjoy this holiday story. The Candle in the Forest by Temple Bailey.

Speaker 1: 1:08

The small girl's mother was saying the onions will be silver and the carrots will be gold and the potatoes will be ivory, said the small girl, and they laughed together. The small girl's mother had a big white bowl in her lap and she was cutting up vegetables. The onions were the hardest because she cried over them, but our tears will be pearls, said the small girl's mother, and they laughed at that and dried their eyes and found the carrots much easier and the potatoes easiest of all. Then the next door neighbor came in and said what are you doing? We are making a vegetable pie for our Christmas dinner, said the small girl's mother. And the onions are silver and the carrots are gold and the potatoes are ivory, said the small girl. I am sure I don't know what you are talking about, said the next door neighbor. We are going to have turkey for dinner and cranberries and celery. The small girl laughed and clapped her hands. But we are going to have a Christmas pie and the onions will be silver and the carrots gold.

Speaker 1: 2:16

You said that once, said the next door neighbor, and I should think you'd know they weren't anything of the kind. But they are, said the small girl, all shining eyes and rosy cheeks. Run along darling, said the small girl's mother, and find poor Pussy Purrup. He's out in the cold and you can put on your red sweater and red cap. So the small girl hopped away like a happy robin. And the next door neighbor said she's old enough to know that onions aren't silver. But they are, said the small girl's mother, and the carrots are gold and the potatoes are.

Speaker 1: 2:51

The next door neighbor's face was flaming. If you say that again I'll scream. Sounds silly to me, but it isn't in the least silly, said the small girl's mother, and her eyes were blue as sapphires and as clear as the sea. It is sensible when people are poor they have to make the most of little things and we'll have only inexpensive things in our pie, but the onions will be silver. The lips of the next door neighbor were folded in a thin line. If you had acted like a sensible creature I shouldn't have asked you for the rent.

Speaker 1: 3:25

The small girl's mother was silent for a moment. Then she said I'm sorry, it ought to be sensible to make the best of things. Well said the next door neighbor sitting down in a chair with a very stiff back. Pie is a pie and I wouldn't teach a child to call it anything else. I haven't taught her to call it anything else. I wasn't only trying to make her feel that it was something fine and splendid for Christmas Day. So I said the onions were silver. Don't say that again, snapped the next door neighbor, and I want the rent as soon as possible.

Speaker 1: 3:59

With that she flung up her head and marched out of the front door and it slammed behind her and made wild echoes in the little home. And the small girl's mother stood there alone in the middle of the floor and her eyes were like the sea in a storm. But presently the door opened and the small girl, looking like a red breast robin, hopped in and after her came a great black cat with his tail in the air and he said Purr up, which gave him his name. And the small girl said, out of the things she had been thinking, mother, why don't we have turkey? The clear look came back into the eyes of the small girl's mother and she said Because we are content. And the small girl said what is content? And her mother said it is making the best of what God gives us and our best for Christmas Day. My darling is our Christmas pie. So she kissed the small girl and they finished peeling the vegetables and then they put them to simmer on the back of the stove.

Speaker 1: 4:58

After that the small girl had her supper of bread and milk and pussy purr up had milk and a saucer on the hearth and the small girl climbed up in her mother's lap and said Tell me a story. But the small girl's mother said Won't it be nicer to talk about Christmas presents? And the small girl sat up and said let's. And the mother said let's tell each other what we'd rather have in the whole wide world. Oh, let's, said the small girl, and I'll tell you first that I want a doll and I want it to have a pink dress and I want it to have eyes that open and shut and I want it to have shoes and stockings and I want it to have curly hair. She had to stop because she didn't have any breath left in her body and when she got her breath back she said Now, what do you want, mother, more than anything else in the whole wide world.

Speaker 1: 5:49

Well, said the mother, I want a chocolate mouse. Oh, said the small girl scornfully. I shouldn't think you'd want that. Why not? Because a chocolate mouse isn't anything. Oh, yes, it is, said the small girl's mother, a chocolate mouse is dickery, dock and pussycat, pussycat wherever you've been was frightened under the chair. And the mice and the three blind mice ran after the farmer's wife and the mouse, in a frog with a wooing go, went down the throat of a crow. And the small girl said could a chocolate mouse do all that? Well, said the small girl's mother, we could put him on the clock and under a chair and cut his tail with a carving knife and at the very last we could eat him like a crow. The small girl said, shivering deliciously, and he wouldn't be a real mouse, no, just a chocolate one with cream inside.

Speaker 1: 6:43

Do you think I'll get one for Christmas? I'm not sure, said the mother. Would he be nicer than a doll? The small girl's mother hesitated then told her the truth. My darling mother saved up money for a doll, but the next-door neighbor wants the rent. Hasn't daddy any more money? Poor daddy has been sick so long but he's well now, I know. But he has to pay for the doctors and money for medicine and money for your red sweater and money for milk for pussypurrup and money for our pie.

Speaker 1: 7:16

The boy next door says we're poor mother, we are rich, my darling. We have love each other. And pussypurrup. His mother won't let him have a cat, said the small girl, with her mind still on the boy next door. But he's going to have a radio. Would you rather have a radio than pussypurrup? The small girl gave a crow of derision I'd rather have pussypurrup than anything else in the whole wide world.

Speaker 1: 7:43

That the great cat who had been sitting on the hearth with his paws tucked under him and his eyes like moons, stretched out his satin, shining length and jumped up on the arm of the chair beside the small girl and her mother and began to sing a song that was like a mill wheel a way off. He purred to them so loud and so long that at last the small girl grew drowsy. Tell me some more about the chocolate mouse. She said and nodded and slept. The small girl's mother carried her into another room, put her to bed and came back to the kitchen and it was full of shadows, but she did not let herself sit among them. She wrapped herself in a grape cape and went out into the cold dusk. There was a sweep of wind, heavy clouds overhead and a band of dull orange showing back of the trees where the sun had burned down.

Speaker 1: 8:37

She went straight from her little house to the big house of the next door neighbor and rang the bell at the back entrance. A maid let her into the kitchen and there was a next door neighbor and the two women who worked for her and a daughter-in-law who had come to spend Christmas. The great range was glowing and things were simmering and things were stewing and things were steaming and things were baking and things were boiling and things were broiling and there were the fragrances of a thousand dishes in the air and the next door neighbor said we are trying to get as much done as possible tonight. We have plans for 12 people for Christmas dinner tomorrow. And the daughter-in-law, who was all dressed up and had an apron tied around her, said in a sharp voice I can't see why you don't let your maids work for you. And the next door neighbor said I have always worked. There is no excuse for laziness. And the daughter-in-law said I am not lazy, if that's what you mean, and will never have any dinner if I have to cook it. In a way.

Speaker 1: 9:37

She went out of the kitchen with tears of rage in her eyes and the next door neighbor said if she hadn't gone out when she did, I should have told her to go. And there was rage in her eyes, but no tears. She took her hands out of the pan of breadcrumbs and sage which was being mixed for the stuffing and said to the small girl's mother did you come to pay the rent? The small girl's mother handed her the money and the next door neighbor went upstairs to write a receipt. Nobody asked the small girl's mother to sit down, so she stood in the middle of the floor and sniffed the entrancing fragrances and looked at the mountain of food which would have served her small family for a month.

Speaker 1: 10:15

While she waited, the boy next door came in and said are you the small girl's mother? Yes, are you going to have a tree? Yes, do you want to see mine? It would be wonderful. So he led her down a long passage to a great room and there was a tree which touched the ceiling and on the very top branches and all the other branches were myriads of little lights which shone like stars, and there were gold bells and silver ones and red and blue and green balls, and under the tree and on it were toys for boys and toys for girls, and one of the toys was a doll in a pink. At that the heart of the small girl's mother tightened and she was glad she wasn't a thief, or she would have snatched at that pink doll when the boy wasn't looking and hid it under her cape and run away with it.

Speaker 1: 11:07

The next door neighbor boy was saying it's the finest tree anyone has around here. But dad and mother don't know that. I've seen it. Oh, don't they, said the small girl's mother. No, said the boy next door with a wide grin. And it's fun to fool him, is it? Said the small girl's mother. Now, do you know? I should think the very nicest thing in the whole world would have been not to see the tree. Because, said the small girl's mother, the nicest thing in the world would be to have someone tie a handkerchief around your eyes so tight, and then have somebody take your hand and lead you in and out and in and out and in and out until you didn't know where you were, and then to have them untie the handkerchief and there would be the tree, all shining and splendid.

Speaker 1: 11:54

She stopped, but her singing voice seemed to echo and re-echo in the great room. The boy's staring eyes had a new look in them. Did anybody ever try a handkerchief over your eyes? Oh, yes. And lead you in and out and in and out, yes, well, nobody does things like that in our house. They think it's silly. The small girl's mother laughed and her laugh tinkled like a bell. Do you think it's silly? He was eager. No, I don't. She held out her hand to him Will you come and see our tree tonight? No, tomorrow morning early Before breakfast, she nodded I'd like it. So that was a bargain.

Speaker 1: 12:38

And with a quick squeeze of her hands on it and the small girl's mother went back to the kitchen and the next door neighbor came down with the receipt and the small girl's mother went out to the back door and found that the orange band which had burned on the horizon was gone and that there was just the wind and the singing of the trees. Two men passed her on the brick walk which led to the house, and one of them was saying if you'd only been fair to me, father. The other man said all you want of me is money. You taught me that, father. Blame it on me. You are to blame you and mother. Did you ever show me the finer things?

Speaker 1: 13:16

Their angry voices seemed to beat against the noise of the wind and the singing trees, so that the small girl's mother shivered and drew her cape around her and ran as fast as she could to her little house. There were the shadows to meet her, but she did not sit among them. She made coffee and a dish of milk toast and set the toast in the oven to keep hot, and then she stood in the window watching. At last she saw through the darkness what looked like a star low down, and she knew that that star was a lantern. And she ran and opened the door wide and her young husband set the lantern down on the threshold and took her in his arms and said the sight of you is more than food and drink. When he said that she knew he had had a hard day, but her heart leapt because she knew that what he had said of her was true.

Speaker 1: 14:11

Then they went into the house together and she set the food before him and that he might forget his hard day, she told him of her own and when she came to the part about the next door neighbor in the rent, she said I am telling you this because it has a happy ending. He put her hands over hers and said everything with you has a happy ending. Well, this is a happy ending, said the small girl's mother with all the sapphires in her eyes, emphasizing it. Because when I went over to pay the rent I was feeling how poor we were and wishing that I had a pink doll for baby and books for you and and and a magic carpet to carry us away from work and worry. And then I went into the parlor and saw the tree with everything hanging on it that was glittering and gorgeous. And then I came home. Her breath was quick and her lips smiling. I came home and I was glad I lived in my little home. What made you glad, dearest? Oh, love is here and hate is there and a boy's deceit and a man's injustice. They were saying sharp things to each other and and their dinner will be like a stalled ox. And in my little house is the faith of a child in the goodness of God and the bravery of a man who fought for his country. She was in his arms now and the blessing of a woman who has never known defeat. His voice broke on the words. In that moment it seemed as if the wind stopped blowing and as if the trees stopped sighing and as if there were a sound of heavenly singing.

Speaker 1: 15:55

The small girl's mother and the small girl's father sat up very late that night. They popped a great bowl full of crisp snowy corn and made it into balls. They boiled sugar and molasses and cracked nuts and made candy of them. They cut funny little Christmas fairies out of paper and painted their jackets bright red with round silver buttons of the tinfoil that came on cream cheese. And then they put the balls and the candy and the painted fairies and the long red candle in a big basket and set it away. And the small girl's mother brought out the chocolate mouse. We will put this on the clock. She said where her eyes will rest on it first thing in the morning. So they put it there and it seemed as natural as life, so that pussypurra positively licked his chops and sat in front of the clock as if to keep his eye on the chocolate mouse. The small girl's mother said she was lovely about giving up the doll and she will love the tree. We'll have to get up very early, said the small girl's father, and you'll have to run ahead to light the candle.

Speaker 1: 17:03

Well, they got up before dawn the next morning and so did the boy next door. He was there on the step waiting, blowing on his hands and beating them, quite like the poor little boys do in a Christmas story, who haven't any mittens. But he wasn't a poor little boy and he had so many pairs of fur-trimmed gloves that he didn't know what to do with them. But he had left the house in such a hurry that he had forgotten to put them on. So there he stood on the front step of the little house, blowing on his hands and beating them, and it was dark, with a pale sort of shine in the heavens which didn't seem to come from the stars or the herald of the dawn, it was just a mystical silver glow that set the boy's heart to beating. He had never been out alone like this. He had always stayed in his warm bed until somebody called him, and then he had waited until they had called again, and then he had dressed and gone to breakfast, where his father scolded because he was late and his mother scolded because he ate too fast. But this day had begun with adventure and for the first time, under that silvery sky, he felt the thrill of it.

Speaker 1: 18:11

Then, suddenly, someone came around the house, someone tall and thin with a cap on his head and an empty basket in his hands. Hello, he said, a merry Christmas. It was the small girl's father and he put the key in the lock and went in and turned on a light and there was a table set for four. And the small girl's father said you see, we have set a place for you. We must eat something before we go out. And the boy said are we going out? I came to see the tree. We are going out to see the tree.

Speaker 1: 18:44

Before the boy could ask any questions, the small girl's mother appeared with fingers on her lips and said shh. And then she began to recite in a hushed voice hickory, dickory, dock. Then there was a little cry and the sound of dancing feet and the small girl in a red dressing gown came flying in. Oh mother, mother, the mouse is on the clock. The mouse is on the clock. Well, it seemed to the little boy that he had never seen anything so exciting as the things that followed. The chocolate mouse went up the clock and under the chair and would have had its tail cut off, except that the small girl begged to save it. I want to keep it as it is, mother.

Speaker 1: 19:28

And playing this game as if it were the most important thing in the whole wide world, were the small girl's mother and the small girl's father all laughing and flushed and chanting the quaint old words to the quaint old music. The boy next door held his breath for fear he would wake up from his entrancing dream and find himself in his own big house alone in his puffy bed or eating breakfast with his stodgy parents who had never played with him in his life. He found himself laughing too, and flushed and happy, and trying to sing in his funny boy's voice. The small girl absolutely refused to eat the mouse. He's my darling Christmas mouse, mother. So her mother said well, I'll put him on the clock again where pussy perup can't get him while we are out. Oh, are we going out? Said the small girl Round eyed. Yes, where are we going to find Christmas? That was all the small girl's mother would tell.

Speaker 1: 20:26

So they had breakfast and everything tasted perfectly delicious to the boy next door. But first they bowed their heads and the small girl's father said Dear Christ, on this Christmas morning, bless these children and keep our hearts young and full of love for thee. The boy next door, when he lifted his head, had a funny feeling, as if he wanted to cry. And yet it was a lovely feeling, all warm and comfortable inside. For breakfast they each had a great baked apple and great slices of sweet bread and butter and great glasses of milk. And as soon as they had finished away, they went out of the door and down into the woods in back of the house.

Speaker 1: 21:07

And when they were deep into the woods the small girl's father took out of his pocket a little flute and began to play. He played thin piping tunes that went flittering about around the trees and the small girl and her mother hummed the tunes until it sounded like singing bees and their feet fairly danced and the boy found himself humming and dancing with them. Then, suddenly, the piping ceased and a hush fell over the woods. It was so still that they could almost hear each other breathe. So still that when a light flamed suddenly in that open space, it burned without a flicker. The light came from a red candle that was set in the top of a small living tree. It was the only light on the tree, but it showed the snowy balls and the small red fairies whose coats had silver buttons. It's our tree, my darling". He heard the small girl's mother saying.

Speaker 1: 22:05

Suddenly it seemed to the boy that his heart would burst in his breast. He wanted someone to speak to him like that. The small girl sat high on her father's shoulders and her father held her mother's hand. It was like a chain of gold there, holding hands like that, the loving each other. The boy reached out and touched the woman's hand. She looked down at him and drew him close. He felt warmed and comforted. Their candle burning there in the darkness was like some sacred fire of friendship. He wished that it would never go out, that he might stand there watching it with his small, cold hand in the clasp of the small girl's mother's hand.

Speaker 1: 22:50

It was late when the boy next door got back to his own big house, but he had not been missed. Everybody was up and everything was upset. The daughter-in-law had declared the night before that she would not stay another day out beneath that roof and off she had gone with her young husband and her little girl who was to have the pink doll on the tree. And good riddance, said the next door neighbor. But she ate no breakfast. And she went to the kitchen and worked with her maids to get the dinner ready and there were covers laid for nine instead of twelve and the next door neighbor kept saying good riddance, good riddance, and not once did she say a merry Christmas.

Speaker 1: 23:30

But the boy next door had something in his heart that was warm and glowing like the candle in the forest and he came to his mother and said may I have the pink dolly? She spoke frowningly. What does a boy want of a doll? I'd like to give it to the little girl next door. Do you think I can buy dolls to give away to charity? Well, they gave me a Christmas present. What did they give you? He opened his hand and showed a little flute tied with a bright red ribbon. He lifted it to his lips and blew on it a thin piping tune. Oh, that said his mother scornfully. Way, there's nothing but a reed from a pond. But the boy knew it was much more than that. It was a magic pipe that made you dance and made your heart warm and happy. So he said again, I'd like to give her the doll. And he reached out his little hand and touched his mother's and his eyes were wistful. His mother's own eyes softened. She had lost one son that day. She said oh well, do as you please, and went back to the kitchen.

Speaker 1: 24:39

The boy next door ran into the great room and took the doll from the tree and wrapped it in paper and flew out of the door and down the brick walk and straight into the little house. When the door was opened he saw that his friends were just sitting down to dinner and there was the pie, all brown and piping hot, with a wreath of holly, and the small girl was saying and the onions were silver and the carrots were gold. The boy next door went up to the small girl and said I've brought you a present. With his eyes all lighted up, he took off the paper in which it was wrapped and there was the doll in rosy frills, with eyes that opened and shut and shoes and stockings and curly hair that was bobbed and beautiful. And the small girl, in a whirlwind of happiness, said is it really my doll?

Speaker 1: 25:31

And the boy next door felt very shy and happy and he said yes. And the small girl's mother said it was a beautiful thing to do and she bent and kissed him Again. That bursting feeling came into the boy's heart and he lifted his face to hers and said may I come sometimes and be your boy? She said yes, and when at last he went away, she stood in the door and watched him. Such a little lad who knew so little of loving. And because she knew so much of love, her eyes filled to overflowing. But presently she wiped the tears away and went back to the table and she smiled at the small girl and at the small girl's father. And the potatoes were ivory. She said oh, who would ask for a turkey when they can have a pie like this? The end.