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Updated: May 28, 2025
But I shall tell only one story. Now which will you have: that about Ivedy-Avedy, or about Klumpy-Dumpy who tumbled downstairs, and came to the throne after all, and married the princess?" "Ivedy-Avedy," cried some; "Klumpy-Dumpy," cried the others.
"I won't tremble to-morrow," thought the Fir-tree. "I will enjoy to the full all my splendour. To-morrow I shall hear again the story of Klumpy-Dumpy, and perhaps that of Ivedy-Avedy, too." And the whole night the Tree stood still and in deep thought. In the morning the servant and the housemaid came in. "Now, then, the splendour will begin again," thought the Fir.
The Tree was thinking of summer days in the wood, and of winter nights when the stars shone; it was thinking of Christmas Eve and Klumpy-Dumpy, the only fairy tale it had heard and knew how to tell, and so the Tree burned out. The boys played about in the court, and the youngest wore the gold star on his breast which the Tree had worn on the happiest evening of his life.
"What delightful stories you know!" said the Mice: and the next night they came with four other little Mice, who were to hear what the Tree had to tell; and the more he told, the more plainly he remembered all himself; and he thought: "That was a merry time! But it can come! it can come! Klumpy-Dumpy fell down stairs, and yet he got a princess! Maybe I can get a princess too!"
And the children clapped their hands, and cried out, "Go on, go on!" They wanted to hear about Ivedy-Avedy too, but the little man only told them about Klumpy-Dumpy. The Pine Tree stood quite still and thoughtful: the birds in the wood had never told anything like this. "Klumpy-Dumpy fell downstairs, and yet he married the princess!
And the Tree beheld all the beauty of the flowers, and the freshness in the garden; he beheld himself, and wished he had remained in his dark corner in the loft; he thought of his first youth in the woods, of the merry Christmas Eve, and of the little Mice who had listened with so much pleasure to the story of Klumpy-Dumpy. "'Tis over 'tis past!" said the poor Tree.
Klumpy-Dumpy fell downstairs and yet he got a princess," and he thought at the moment of a nice little Birch-tree growing out in the woods; to the Fir, that would be a real charming princess. "Who is Klumpy-Dumpy?" asked the Mice. So then the Fir-tree told the whole fairy tale, for he could remember every single word of it; and the little Mice jumped for joy up to the very top of the Tree.
But I shall tell only one story. Now which will you have: that about Ivedy-Avedy, or about Klumpy-Dumpy who tumbled downstairs, and yet after all came to the throne and married the princess?" "Ivedy-Avedy!" cried some; "Klumpy-Dumpy!" cried the others.
There was such a bawling and screaming! the Pine Tree alone was silent, and he thought to himself, "Am I not to bawl with the rest? am I to do nothing whatever?" for he was one of them, and he had done what he had to do. And the man told about Klumpy-Dumpy who tumbled downstairs, and came to the throne after all, and married the princess.
There was such a bawling and screaming the Fir-tree alone was silent, and he thought to himself, "Am I not to bawl with the rest? am I to do nothing whatever?" for he was one of the company, and had done what he had to do. And the man told about Klumpy-Dumpy that tumbled down, who notwithstanding came to the throne, and at last married the princess.
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