Selenite Sue flies swiftly to her door, muttering under her breath, “Please be something good.”

The door is pure white. Quickly she opens it, then her mouth falls in disappointment.

A ball of frozen snow confronts her. Gingerly, she takes it in her hands, then returns to the ground. The other fairies look at it quizzically.

Sue runs her hand over the smooth ball, wondering why her door is so boring.

Suddenly she feels a vibration beneath her hand. She steps back. The ball of snow is growing. It doubles then trebles in size, taking on a form: a head, arms, a body! Why it is a snowman!

“I am a magic snowman,” murmurs the creature through his ruby crystal mouth, staring round the glade with obsidian eyes.

He shakes everyone’s hand politely. The fairies giggle, unsure how to react.

Then he strides over to the fountain: and gets in to have a swim! The fairies gasp.

He is still changing. As he swims, huge white wings emerge from his back.

He flaps them several times, as if trying them out. Then he is flying! Like an angel he swoops over the glade.

Then he is gone, high over the trees and away.

That night, as the fairies watch the stars in the clear frosty air, they imagine they see him there: an angel in the sky, looking for Christmas and finding the heavens instead.

Calum looks out his window, in a house in another world. There is a snowman in his garden. It waves, then it is gone. Calum smiles. Now he knows he need never be alone. He looks up at the starry sky, and can almost see his wishes coming true in the beauty of the cosmos.

Back in Gemstone Glade, snow begins to fall. There will be more snowmen tomorrow.