I am cold.

Buy a match from me.

Brrr, brrr, ahchoo!

I am cold.

Buy a match from me.

The Little Match Girl

It is a cold, snowy day.

And a little girl is selling matches.

“Matches! Buy some matches.”

The little match girl sighs,

‘Nobody buys any matches.’

Then, a big carriage passes by her.

She is almost hit by the carriage.

“Oh, my!” screams the match girl.

She falls down.

She drops all the matches.

And her shoes fall off.

“Watch Out!”

The driver says and just leaves.

“Let's take her shoes!”

Boys run away with her shoes.

Now, the match girl has no shoes.

It snows and snows.

Her feet are freezing.

She yells,

“Matches! Buy some matches!”

But no one buys any matches.

It gets dark.

There is nobody in the street.

The match girl sees a big Christmas tree.

“What a beautiful tree!”

She looks at the tree for a long time.

“Silent night, holy night ... ”

The match girl hears Christmas carols from a house.

She looks into the window.

There is a cute girl in the house.

She looks warm.

She is hugging her doll.

The match girl thinks,

“She is so lucky.”

"It is freezing."

"I will light one match."

There is a small flame.

It gets warm.

But the fire goes out soon.

The match girl lights another match.

She sees food in the flames.

“Wow! I want to eat that!”

But this fire goes out soon, too.

“What will I see this time?”

The match girl lights a third match.

This time,

she sees her grandmother.

“Grandma, I miss you.”

Her grandmother takes the match girl to heaven.

And the snow covers the little match girl.