Teenage unicorn Sparkle runs in to Gemstone Glade, the excitement of Christmas in his eyes. His silver mane glows in the moonlight. He neighs softly, the chill night air broken by the spell of Christmas cheer. The angels on the Christmas tree wave at him, smiles like a winter wreath on their faces, joyous and warm.

Like other Gemstone Glade unicorns, Sparkle can weave magic. Tonight, he sits on the ground and rubs his head in the freshly fallen snow. Snowflakes cover his mane like Christmas dandruff. Sparkle flaps his silver wings and flies in to the night.

Sparkle soars high above the city of London, his favourite Earth place to visit. Below, the city is both sleeping and awake, its lights like Christmas stars being born.

As Sparkle flies, snowflakes fall from his mane. However, they are no longer snowflakes.

The minute the snow had touched his mane in Gemstone Glade, enchantment had turned it in to snow fairies. The small white fairies had clung to his mane while he flew. Now, they would fall where needed: wherever a child lay alone in a bedroom, needing some Christmas cheer to light their night.

Sparkle neighs happily as he feels the fairies dropping one by one. They land on children’s bedroom windows, and begin to sing an ancient hymn. Children all over London wake up, and open their curtains. Delight dances in their eyes.

The fairies draw pictures on the windows using fairy magic. Unicorns, kittens and rabbits appear as they breathe on the glass. The children shriek in glee.

The fairies wave, and are gone. As the children return, mesmerised, to bed, the sweetest dreams weave their spell around them.

In the morning, they will find tiny fairy footsteps in their garden. These will fade, but the magic and the memory will not.