Silence sweeps Gemstone Glade. It is the peace of promise, the hush before something magical.

Christmas angels fly overhead, with glittering green wings and mistletoe in their hair. A shining green cloud joins them: only it is not a cloud, it is the Gemstone Glade Christmas tree being escorted by tens of angels.

It is that time of year again. Gemstone Glade comes to life at Christmas, every blade of grass festive, the air alive with seasonal joy. When its snows and the fountain freezes, it sparkles like the world’s largest diamond.

The tree is almost on the ground. Then it is here, tall and majestic. Fairies flutter around its branches, scattering magic snowdust. Then they adorn it with many coloured baubles: one colour for all the crystal fairies and angels of the glade.

Presents fall from the lower branches and assemble under the tree, a generous pile of different colours and sizes, but all carrying a slice of Gemstone Glade cheer, gifts for lucky children. The fairies laugh with Christmas glee.

A giant shining star tops the tree. A fairy flies up to it, and disappears inside. Where has she gone? We will find out shortly.

The branches rustle, singing in the breeze, the sweet music of Christmas carols heard from afar. The fairies are finished their work, and relax beneath the tree.

Christmas has arrived, and the magic is only just beginning.

The baubles shine like a sky of stars, as the hush descends once again, the quiet before the festive fun begins in earnest.