Yesterday’s tiny fairies are flying around the advent calendar, laughing to themselves. Kyanite Kim is waiting for her fairy friends to gather so she can open door number nine. Slowly they all assemble.

“My turn now!” she cries with delight.

Door nine is gold with pictures of feathers. It is beautiful.

Kim strokes the door. Gold dust sticks to her fingers.

The tiny coloured fairies (born yesterday from an advent calendar vial of crystals) surround her as she opens the door, squealing with delight.

A golden dove ornament confronts her. It shines with an inner light. The tiny fairies fly inside the door and begin to stroke it. The dove closes an eye, reopens it and then begins to move.

It looks out the door, blinking in the winter sunlight. Slowly it flaps its wings then flies out the door, followed by the tiny fairies.

It flies around the glade, then lands on top of the fountain statue. The fountain waters turn golden.

The dove flies up in to the trees, and a golden feather falls down to the glade. It sparkles with Christmas cheer, then magically begins to multiply. A series of feathers stick together and after a few minutes have formed a tree shape, a small tree to rival the main Gemstone Glade Christmas tree, shining gold in the winter light.

A unicorn enters the glade. The dove flies back down and lands on its horn. The unicorn neighs softly. It has found a new friend. Dove magic is at work as a pair of golden wings sprout on the unicorn’s back. It flaps them cautiously. Then the dove and the unicorn fly away together, high over the trees and out of sight.

For once, the fairies are all speechless. Real magic has taken place today.