Magical unicorns Holly and Ivy entered Gemstone Glade, their horns as bright as the stars in the sky above. It was Christmas and the night was theirs … to spread sparkle and stardust on Planet Earth.
They carried Christmas magic in their hearts, sharing this each December with a few chosen children. Their sleigh full of gifts, it was time for an enchanted night to begin.
Holly and Ivy flew in to the night, their sleigh behind them, their horns acting as radar for the first lucky child on the unhappy this year register.
Then they were there, in the garden of a small house in London. A dark-haired boy looked out his window with starstruck eyes. Was he dreaming?
This would be no ordinary Christmas present. Thomas was a talented kid, trying to write a book. The unicorns were here to share their story.
Thomas ran in to the garden in his slippers. Holly and Ivy walked round him, as he tentatively touched them. Enchantment lit his heart with its festive fire.
Then Holly touched his head with her horn. A magical Christmas story dripped in to his mind like a mist of memories he never knew he had. Thomas clenched his fist, as his fingers longed to write. And write he did, long in to the Christmas Eve night. A saga of two magical unicorns Holly and Ivy, and their many Christmas adventures. Thomas smiled as he finally closed his laptop, and crawled to bed.
Magic murmured in his mind. Two years later, his story was published, a gift of sparkle and stardust for children everywhere.
Holly and Ivy’s story became a Christmas classic. Sometimes a child would read the book, then look out their window on a cold Christmas Eve, and imagine the unicorns were really there, in the stars above.
And sometimes an unhappy child would wake on Christmas morning to gifts galore on their windowsill. Were Holly and Ivy real? They would never know …
May you see them one December, far far above … two unicorns and their sleigh of magic. And may a lucky star shine on you tonight, granting all your dreams come true in 2026 and beyond.
Mistletoe the Christmas Unicorn spent the entire spring, summer and autumn just waiting, and waiting … for the whispers of his winter soul to ignite in to festive fire in December. For he was a magical unicorn, like cousins Holly and Ivy. Christmas magic ran through his veins and sparkled in his eyes. He could perform Christmas miracles anywhere, but usually on Planet Earth for that special someone, just waiting for a helping hand, a person with potential that could and would be unleased with one tiny tap of a unicorn horn.
Mistletoe entered Gemstone Glade, his sea green eyes shining. He was delighted to meet his fairy friend Mistletoe Milly who flew around his head waving her green and white wand. “Time for mistletoe miracles!” she cried. Carefully, she wove a piece of real mistletoe in to the unicorn’s silky mane.
A portal of green and white mistletoe tinted light opened before them. “Time to create true love!” declared Milly happily.
The two Mistletoe friends jumped through the portal and landed in a quiet wood glade, similar to Gemstone Glade but with a bird table rather than a fountain in the centre, and huge snow quartz crystals around the glade perimeter. They had arrived in a parallel world. A wooden sign proclaimed: “Snow Quartz Sanctuary.”
A unicorn entered the other side of the glade, seeming surprised at the new arrivals. “I am Hadrian, you have come from afar today? I have not seen you before.”
“We bring Christmas magic,” said Mistletoe. “What does your heart desire today?”
“I would like to meet my unicorn family again. They jumped through a portal to try to find a fabled unicorn paradise. They have never returned. And the only paradise I need is here, the magical Snow Quartz Sanctuary glade. But it is not the same without them.”
“Let me see if I can open a portal.” Mistletoe twirled his head, his horn glinting in the soft winter sunlight.
Another portal of green and white opened. The two unicorns and the fairy jumped through.
They were in a parallel forest glade. This one featured a rose quartz bench in its centre, with rose bushes around it. The perimeters of the glade were giant pink rhodonite crystals. A sign read: “Welcome to Pink Paradise Glade.”
The unicorns walked around the glade, however there was no one else there. Until a few minutes later a small black unicorn entered the glade. “Hello, I am Raven. I thought you might be my missing friends,” he confided. “They jumped through a portal and never returned.”
“Let us see if we can find it,” proclaimed Mistletoe confidently. He twirled his head again, his unicorn horn glowing with hidden fire.
This time, a pink and blue portal of light appeared. The three unicorns and the fairy jumped through.
They were in another forest glade. A treehouse sat silent at one side of the glade. In the middle was a blue lace agate fountain, with a dolphin statue leaping above it, water running from its mouth like a waterfall of love.
A shy small white unicorn with a gold horn arrived. “I am Selena. I thought you might be my missing family returned.”
“Let us try to find them.” Mistletoe ran around this glade this time, desperate to find the legendary unicorn paradise.
Five portals and five glades later, with an entourage now of a number of unicorns, Mistletoe tossed his head in what he hoped would be the last time.
A plain wooden glade greeted the travellers. There was no fountain, no statue. Just pine needles on the floor and several majestic green and white birds in the trees. However before the exit path to the glade there was a sign: “This way to Unicorn Paradise.”
The herd of unicorns slowly walked down the path. The trees above them seemed to whisper conspiratorially. The large mistletoe-coloured birds flew overhead.
Then the wood stopped at the edge of a mistletoe green valley, with an azure blue lake beyond and golden mountains in the distance. And there before them … a herd of unicorns!
Mistletoe stepped in to the valley, followed by his assembled army of unicorns. They all neighed in delight, recognising loved ones beyond. Meanwhile, Mistletoe Milly flew among them with her mistletoe empowered wand, gifting new found love and kind regard to all hearts.
Friends greeted each other with Christmas joy, mistletoe mist in their eyes and festive fire in their soul. It was a time to belong once more; it was a time to find paradise outside but also inside each heart. It was a time to remember the power of love, and to embrace the spirit of Christmas and its message of light.
May your Christmas be blessed by mistletoe, and may you dance with joy to greet friends and family just like unicorns meeting again in Unicorn Paradise. And may you find your own paradise in this world … one with mistletoe magic and Christmas wishes come true forever.
Gemstone Glade 