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January 2012 - Feature Campfire - A Winter Night's Dream! |
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Campfire Planning Sheet PROMOTE PARTICIPATION,
FUN & FRIENDSHIP
January January The snow comes down In January
Let It Snow Oh the weather outside is frightful, But our campfire is so delightful, And since we’ve no place to go, Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow! It doesn’t show signs of stopping, And we’ve brought some corn for popping, Our campfire has a beautiful glow, Let it snow! Let it snow! Let it snow! We will sing a song or two, Have some fun around our campfire pit, Think of things that we might do, If the weather would warm up a bit! As our fire is slowly dying, The cold weather doesn’t hurt us, NO! So Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!
Frosty the Snowman Frosty the snowman was a jolly happy soul There must of been some magic
in Thumpety thump thump, thumpety
thump thump, Look at frosty go Thumpety thump thump, thumpety
thump thump, Over the hills of snow
Jingle
Bells Dashing through the snow In a one horse open sleigh O’er the fields we
go Laughing all the way Bells on bobtails ring Making spirits bright What fun it is to laugh and
sing A sleighing song tonight Chorus: Oh, jingle bells, jingle bells Jingle all the way Oh, what fun it is to ride
In a one horse open sleigh Jingle bells, jingle bells Jingle all the way Oh, what fun it is to ride In a one horse open sleigh A day or two ago I thought I’d take
a ride And soon Miss Fanny Bright Was seated by my side The horse was lean and lank Misfortune seemed his lot We got into a drifted bank And then we got upsot
The
Snow Fell Gently (Tune: Listen to the Earth) – (4-Part Round) The snow fell gently all
the night.
Icicles
(Tune: Row, Row, Row Your Boat) – (4-Part Round) We are little icicles
Rainbow
Crow - (Lenni Lenape Tribe) It was so cold. Snow fell
constantly and ice formed over all the waters. The animals had never seen snow before. At first, it was a novelty, something
to play in. But the cold increased tenfold, and they began to worry. The little animals were being buried in the snow drifts
and the larger animals could hardly walk because the snow was so deep. Soon, all would perish if something were not done.
"We must send a messenger
to Kijiamuh Ka'ong, the Creator Who Creates by Thinking What Will Be," said Wise Owl. "We must ask him to think the world
warm again so that Spirit Snow will leave us in peace." The animals were pleased
with this plan. They began to debate among themselves, trying to decide who to send up to the Creator. Wise Owl could not
see well during the daylight, so he could not go. Coyote was easily distracted and like playing tricks, so he could not be
trusted. Turtle was steady and stable, but he crawled too slowly. Finally, Rainbow Crow, the most beautiful of all the birds
with shimmering feathers of rainbow hues and an enchanting singing voice, was chosen to go to Kijiamuh Ka'ong. It was an arduous journey,
three days up and up into the heavens, passed the trees and clouds, beyond the sun and the moon and even above all the stars.
He was buffeted by winds and had no place to rest, but he carried bravely on until he reached Heaven. When Rainbow Crow reached
the Holy Place, he called out to the Creator, but received no answer. The Creator was too busy thinking up what would be to
notice even the most beautiful of birds. So Rainbow Crow began to sing his most beautiful song. The Creator was drawn from
his thoughts by the lovely sound and came to see which bird was making it. He greeted Rainbow Crow kindly and asked what gift
he could give the noble bird in exchange for his song. Rainbow Crow asked the Creator to un-think the snow, so that the animals
of Earth would not be buried and freeze to death. But the Creator told Rainbow Crow that the snow and the ice had spirits
of their own and could not be destroyed. "What shall we do then?"
asked the Rainbow Crow. "We will all freeze or smother under the snow." "You will not freeze," the
Creator reassured him, "For I will think of Fire, something that will warm all creatures during the cold times." The Creator stuck a stick
into the blazing hot sun. The end blazed with a bright, glowing fire which burned brightly and gave off heat. "This is Fire,"
he told Rainbow Crow, handing him the cool end of the stick. "You must hurry to Earth as fast as you can fly before the stick
burns up." Rainbow Crow nodded his thanks
to the Creator and flew as fast as he could go. It was a three-day trip to Heaven and he was worried that the Fire would burn
out before he reached the Earth. The stick was large and heavy, but the fire kept Rainbow Crow warm as he descended from Heaven
down to the bright path of the stars. Then the Fire grew hot as it came closer to Rainbow Crows feathers. As he flew passed
the Sun, his tail caught on fire, turning the shimmering beautiful feathers black. By the time he flew passed the Moon, his
whole body was black with soot from the hot Fire. When he plunged into the Sky and flew through the clouds, the smoke got
into his throat, strangling his beautiful singing voice. By the time Rainbow Crow
landed among the freezing-cold animals of Earth, he was black as tar and could only Caw instead of sing. He delivered the
fire to the animals and they melted the snow and warmed themselves, rescuing the littlest animals from the snow drifts where
they lay buried. It was a time of rejoicing,
for Tindeh - Fire - had come to Earth. But Rainbow Crow sat apart, saddened by his dull, ugly feathers and his rasping voice.
Then he felt the touch of wind on his face. He looked up and saw the Creator Who Creates by Thinking What Will Be walking
toward him. "Do not be sad, Rainbow Crow,"
the Creator said. "All animals will honor you for the sacrifice you made for them. And when the people come, they will not
hunt you, for I have made your flesh taste of smoke so that it is no good to eat and your black feathers and hoarse voice
will prevent man from putting you into a cage to sing for him. You will be free." Then the Creator pointed
to Rainbow Crow's black feathers. Before his eyes, Rainbow Crow saw the dull feathers become shiny and inside each one, he
could see all the colors of the rainbow. "This will remind everyone who sees you of the service you have been to your people,"
he said, "and the sacrifice you made that saved them all." And so shall it ever be.
Canadian
Winter – Joan Adams Burchell The snow came down and whirled around |
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