Peacock Ore Patrick glows in the winter light, iridescent and invincible. All the fairies love him: he is always there for anyone in need, with kind words and sage advice.

His door is plain and golden. What can be behind it?

Carefully he opens the door, and slowly sighs. A gold bell sits there, regal and radiant. Patrick takes it is his hands. The sweetest sound emanates, a song for the soul, a call of the divine.

Gold sparkles around his hands and his head. The bell continues to chime.

Hooves can be heard approaching. Then they are here: six unicorns with shining gold horns, summoned by the bell. They begin to dance together, walking around in circles and patterns as they criss cross each other’s paths. The fairies stare in wonder.

Then the golden dove returns, flying high over the glade.

Gold stars fall off the bell, and land on the fairies. They giggle in delight as their wings turn golden and sparkly.

A bird cries, a sound from heaven, music on wings. He arrives: a golden eagle. He circles the glade then flies through the star on top of the Christmas Tree, and is gone! But where did he go?

The fairies dance with the unicorns, fluttering their wings as they fly round their heads, breathing in unicorn magic.

The unicorns form a circle, and place all their horns to touch on the ground. A gold cloud forms round them, then hovers above the fountain, which turns golden too.

The fairies laugh. They need to enjoy their gold wings while they have them, as they know this magic will wear off soon.

The unicorns move apart and begin to leave the glade. The bell stops tolling. The moment has passed: but it will live on forever.

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