“The Blue Coat” a Jewish folktale as told for preschoolers

“The Blue Coat” a Jewish folktale as told for preschoolers


The Blue Coat
A Jewish folktale – closely based on the retelling by UK teller Hugh Lupton Long ago in a cold country in Europe- a country
where you need a very warm coat in the chilly months, a family had a little baby boy. The grandfather of the baby was a tailor-
someone who makes clothes for a living. He bought some beautiful warm blue cloth and
he stitched a big cosy baby’s blanket for his grandson. With every stitch, the grandfather
put his love into the blanket. When that baby boy was wrapped in that blanket he felt like
he was being hugged, even when he was lying alone in his cot. As the little boy grew, he learned to crawl
and then toddle and then walk and wherever he went he would drag that beautiful blue
blanket with him. One day, his mother shook her head and waggled
her finger and she said “Dear, dear, dear, that baby’s blanket is
nearly worn out! We’d better get it fixed.” So they took it back to granddad.
He lay it on the table, got out his best scissors,
cut out the best parts and fitted them together, piecing one part to another part, until he had made the boy a beautiful blue
coat! Oh that boy, he loved that blue coat! He wore it in the sunshine, he wore it in
the rain. He wore it in the wind and he wore it in the
snow. He ran and jumped and skipped and twirled
in it. He splashed through the puddles and he rolled
in the mud. Until one day… his mother she shook her
head and she waggled her finger and she said, ‘Dear, dear, dear. That blue coat is nearly
worn out, we’d better get it fixed.” So they took it back to granddad.
He lay it on the table, got out his best scissors,
cut out the best parts and fitted them together, piecing one part to another part,
until he had made him a beautiful blue waistcoat! Oh that boy, he loved that blue waistcoat! He wore it in the sunshine, he wore it in
the rain. He wore it in the wind and he wore it in the
snow. He ran and jumped and skipped and twirled
in it. He splashed through the puddles and he rolled
in the mud. Until one day… his mother she shook her
head and she waggled her finger and she said, ‘Dear, dear, dear. That blue waistcoat is
nearly worn out, we’d better get it fixed.” So they took it back to granddad.
He lay it on the table, got out his best scissors,
cut out the best parts and fitted them together, piecing one part to another part,
until he had made him a beautiful blue hat! Oh that boy, he loved that blue hat! He wore it in the sunshine, he wore it in
the rain. He wore it in the wind and he wore it in the
snow. He ran and jumped and skipped and twirled
in it. He splashed through the puddles and he rolled
in the mud. Until one day… his mother she shook her
head and she waggled her finger and she said, ‘Dear, dear, dear. That blue hat is nearly
worn out, we’d better get it fixed.” So they took it back to granddad.
He lay it on the table, got out his best scissors,
cut out the best parts and fitted them together, piecing one part to another part,
until he had made him a beautiful blue bow-tie! Oh that boy, he loved that blue bow-tie! He wore it in the sunshine, he wore it in
the rain. He wore it in the wind and he wore it in the
snow. He ran and jumped and skipped and twirled
in it. He splashed through the puddles and he rolled
in the mud. Until one day… his mother she shook her
head and she waggled her finger and she said, ‘Dear, dear, dear. That blue bow-tie is nearly
worn out, we’d better get it fixed.” So they took it back to granddad.
He lay it on the table, got out his best scissors,
cut out the best parts and fitted them together, piecing one part to another part,
until he had made him a beautiful blue button! Oh that boy, he loved that blue button! He wore it in the sunshine, he wore it in
the rain. He wore it in the wind and he wore it in the snow.
He ran and jumped and skipped and twirled in it.
He splashed through the puddles and he rolled in the mud. Until one day… his mother she shook her
head and she waggled her finger and she said, ‘Dear, dear, dear. That blue button is nearly
worn out, we’d better get it fixed.” So they took it back to granddad.
He lay it on the table, got out his best scissors,
cut out the best parts and fitted them together, piecing one part to another part,
until he had made him a beautiful story: a story of the blue coat! That boy loved that story SO much, he told
it to his friends and family. They told it to their friends and family, and they told
it to me. Now I’ve just told that story to you, so now
you can tell it to your friends and family: the story of ‘The Blue Coat’.

2 Replies to ““The Blue Coat” a Jewish folktale as told for preschoolers”

  1. boys can wear pink and purple, girls can wear blue, it doesnt matter, the only difference between guys and girls is hair length

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