Winter has come to Kullerbü and it’s nearly time to celebrate Christmas. For days the delicious smell of cookies has been in the air and Paul’s mother has decorated the house beautifully – with pine branches, candles and handmade stars on the windows. One morning as Paul looks out of the window he can’t believe his eyes – everything outside is covered with a layer of snow. The trees in the garden, the roofs of the houses and even the streets. “Hooray, it’s snowing!” cheers Paul “I can finally go sledding with Pauline, Kalle and Kati!” Right after breakfast, Paul calls his cousins Kalle and Kati to make plans with them. By the afternoon, all of Kullerbü is covered in a thick cover of snow - and it hasn’t stopped snowing yet. “Look at the cool snow angel I made,” Kati calls to the two boys. But Kalle and Paul don’t hear her, they’re too busy having a snowball fight and running back and forth through the garden. Paul just manages to dodge an incoming snowball as he suddenly hears a sad sob nearby. Curious, he moves closer to the neighboring garden and discovers his neighbor Pauline. “Hi Pauline,” calls Paul. “Your snowman looks cool!” She looks at him briefly with big eyes and then completes her work by sticking a carrot nose in the snowman’s face. “What’s wrong? Don’t you like him?” asks Paul.
“I do,” sniffles Pauline. “I’m sad for a different reason. Our Christmas tree has disappeared! And it was so big and beautiful.” “Huh? Disappeared? That’s impossible!” calls Paul in shock. In the meantime Kalle and Kati have come over to the fence too. “But it’s true,” replies Pauline in a trembling voice. “My dad bought it fresh yesterday, but when I looked out into the garden this morning it had disappeared!” “No way,” pipes up Kalle “who would steal a Christmas tree?”
“It’s really unbelievable,” says Kati angrily. “What a mean thief. We have to do something! Do you have any leads? Like maybe footprints in the snow?” “No, unfortunately not,” sobbed Pauline. “Come on over Pauline, why don’t you play with us?” asks Kati. “We’re making snow angels and having a snowball fight.” Pauline hesitates a little, but then she joins them. The children run around the garden and time seems to fly. Soon it starts to get dark and Paul’s parents call him into the house. It’s time for warm fruit tea and delicious cookies. A little later, Pauline’s parents join them. “Come outside everyone,” says Pauline’s dad. “We have a surprise for you!” Everyone makes their way outside. Together they walk along the snowy street, down to the market square. There they see a beautiful big Christmas tree decorated with red balls and lots of bright lights. Pauline is particularly surprised. “That ... that’s our Christmas tree!” Agitated, she pulls on her dad’s sleeve and whispers in his ear. “But ... why did the Christmas tree thief bring our tree here and decorate it?” This makes Pauline’s dad chuckle. “Our tree wasn’t stolen. I brought it here myself this morning – really early before it started to snow. Unfortunately the Christmas tree delivery for the town didn’t come on time this year. So we decided that because our tree was so big and beautiful we would set it up in the market square so that everyone could enjoy it.”
“But ... but ... then we don’t have a Christmas tree at home,” says Pauline disappointed, and a big tear rolls down her cheek. “Of course we do,” says Pauline’s dad as he pats his daughter comfortingly on the head. “This year we’re celebrating at Paul’s house with him and his parents. Complete with Christmas tree, gifts and everything else.”