He started to climb a tree but it was too difficult with his mittens on so he tucked them into a pocket. He walked along the top of the stone walls and jumped into the soft snow and then he ran up hills and rolled back down. It was a crisp clear day and the sun sparkled on the snow and Nikki ran and jumped and made snowballs to throw against the trees. He whooped with joy when they were finished and he quickly dressed in his coat and hat, his warm boots and his soft and beautiful new white mittens and he ran outside to play.
So his grandmother agreed, and she gathered her balls of white yarn and her needles and soon she had made him the mittens. And Nikki told his grandmother, "I would like some mittens as white as the snow." His grandmother laughed and told him that he was sure to lose a mitten if it were the same color as the snow! But Nikki said "Please, Grandmother, please make me mittens as white as the shimmering snow!"
Outside the world was covered with snow, beautiful glittering snow all around on the ground, in the trees, and on the rooftops. On cold winter days they would sit by the fire and warm their hands just so. Once upon a time there was a boy named Nikki who lived with his grandmother. Children love this one! They seem to hold their breath as the mitten soars through the air, and they laugh at the end. I based my retelling off of Jan Brett's gorgeous version. This Ukranian folktale is one of my favorite winter stories for kindergarten.
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