I finally read The little match-seller

On an evening that was close to the last evening of the old year, I walked my dog, Finn.  During that less than one hour walk we came upon this house, where Finn decided to step on the front yard, with big windows and a well-lit room on the main floor facing the street.  If i was 8 feet tall and have the gut to stand there for more than 5 minutes, it would have been possible for me to comfortably see everything that was inside.

Nevertheless, I am not even 6 feet tall and am far too shy to stand there for more than 3 minutes.  However, as I was with Finn, I saw the house, as described, and was reminded of the story known to many as "The little match-seller".

I have not seen or heard the story for many years and could only vaguely remember the story that was told or read to me along with coloured illustrations I saw with my own eyes.  I also have a text of the story which I have not read until today at around roughly less than an hour ago.

I think it was very fitting for me to read the "original" text today.  

Excuse me, I have to now go find the first version that was ever read to me.  Good night.