
La P'tite Pinolaise
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Magical storyteller crafting gentle, heartwarming tales for children and anyone who still believes in wonder. Sit back… the story begins
Stories (16)
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The Letter that Silenced the Cannons
The noise that hurts Lucien was eight years old and had hazel-colored eyes. Before, he loved to run in the fields behind his house, catch grasshoppers and listen to the blackbirds singing in the early morning. Before, his dad told him stories of brave knights and his mom made apple cakes that filled the whole kitchen with their aroma.
By La P'tite Pinolaise11 days ago in Families
The Wish Santa Couldn't Grant
The Great Hall of Letters Far to the north of the world, where the northern lights dance in the sky like silk ribbons, stands Santa's workshop. It's an immense building of red and golden wood, whose chimneys smoke day and night, spreading into the icy air the scent of gingerbread and cinnamon.
By La P'tite Pinolaise19 days ago in Families
The Battle of the Light Snowflakes
The Angry Sky Very far away, where the wind sings icy lullabies and where the northern lights dance every night, lies the North Pole. It is an extraordinary place, where snowmen tell stories and where the magic of Christmas is born.
By La P'tite Pinolaise21 days ago in Families
The Little Girl Who Heard the Bells
Nadège's Secret Gift In the heart of the mountains, where fir trees wear coats of snow and chimneys smoke day and night, nestled a small village named Sonneval. It was a peaceful place, where wooden houses seemed to huddle against each other for warmth, and where winter whispered its secrets through every alley.
By La P'tite Pinolaise22 days ago in Families
The Gift that Chose its Child
In the deepest part of Santa's workshop, far beyond the rows of rosy-cheeked dolls, trains with gleaming wheels, and books with golden pages, there was a door that few knew of. It was made of ancient fir wood, veined with silver lights that pulsed gently, like a sleeping heart. It was the door to the Hall of Light Hearts.
By La P'tite Pinolaise24 days ago in Families
The Christmas Tree That Traveled at Night
In a pretty house with blue shutters, nestled in a quiet street, lived a family like any other. There were Dad, Mom, and little Léonie, six and a half years old, who loved Christmas more than anything in the world.
By La P'tite Pinolaise25 days ago in Families
The Reindeer Who Was Afraid to Fly
In the deepest depths of the snowy forests of the North Pole, where winter sings an eternal lullaby and where the northern lights dance like silk ribbons in the sky, lived a herd of reindeer not quite like the others. They were Santa's reindeer. Their coats gleamed like pearls under the moon, their antlers were adorned with tiny frost crystals, and their hooves quivered with a magical energy that allowed them to travel across the sky in a single night.
By La P'tite Pinolaise26 days ago in Families
The Secret of the Flame That Danced
On a December afternoon, when winter had cast upon the world a thick mantle of silence and fresh snow, a little boy named Eliott was walking near the sleeping woods. The sky was stone gray and the cold nipped at the tip of his nose. He was looking for pine cones to decorate the house, his light steps leaving heart-shaped footprints in the pristine powder.
By La P'tite Pinolaise27 days ago in Families
The Last Magician of the North Pole
Far north, where the compass loses its bearings and the winter night wears a starry gown that lasts for months, rises an ice palace older than time itself. It rests beneath a crystalline mountain, at the very spot where all the meridians meet. There lived Aeolus, the last magician of the North Pole.
By La P'tite Pinolaise28 days ago in Families











