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Mistletoe Magic

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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?”

A unicorn in a forest glade with gentle blue light

Image by Jim Cooper from Pixabay

“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!

A unicorn with a long pink mane and tail on a hill above a valley and a lake

Image by Lorelei Cohen from Pixabay

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.

Coffee Chums

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Gemstone Glade fairy Sodalite Sarah loved coffee. She could summon enchanted portals to take her to the best coffee shops anywhere in the world. Every week she ended up somewhere different, a tiny tourist with sparkling blue wings. Only children could see her, as she hovered by unsuspecting adults and then swept over the side of their coffee mug, inhaling the bewitching spell of coffee, a mightier magic than many a fairy could muster.

A tiny person with brown hair, yellow top and red trousers sitting on the rim of a brown coffee cup with a fishing pole
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Her favourite coffee was caramel latte. Any coffee shop customer who quietly sipped one in the corner made her day, so much so that she waved her wand above them to grant good luck energy.

Today she found herself outside Coffee Creatures, a seashore café with pictures of fairies in its window. Sarah chuckled, for little did they know that fairies were indeed real … complete with a weakness for coffee beans. She flew inside.

Then Sarah looked up to find a barista staring straight at her, their green eyes twinkling under tumbling down auburn hair, a sassy smile on their lips. Then the barista winked.

The barista could see her.

It was the beginning of a friendship that linked a small town English coffee shop with a magical forest glade in a far off dimension. Sarah would return here again, and again, and again. She whispered secrets in to the barista’s ear, and she taught her how to make coffee with a touch of fairy wing dust, a sprinkle of dreams coming true tonic.

Two coffee cups in a white saucer with teaspoon. One has a heart in its frothy top and the other a flower.
Image by Kelly Do from Pixabay

Beryl the barista longed to travel the planet. So Sarah conjured up portals and transported her to the best coffee shops the world over. Beryl’s smile was stuck on her face like a stamp, a postcard from Gemstone Glade, a messenger of magic. And then the day came … Sarah asked Beryl to journey to Gemstone Glade. Never before had a human stepped foot there. All the crystalline fairies awarded Beryl a hero’s welcome. It was time to party to the smell of super strong coffee. It was time for fairy magic to begin … And it was time for all Beryl’s dreams to come true.

So next time you sip your latte in a coffee shop, look up and blink. There, just at the edge of your vision, can you catch the fairy wings, a spark of blue seen then gone? And while you drink your coffee, please dream of all you desire, for you never know, a fairy with a wand may be just above you, waiting to grant your every wish. And never stop believing in magic, for it is there everyday, in the taste of coffee, in the sunrise, in the moon at night. It is somewhere deep in your heart and when you find it the mundane becomes marvellous. May all your coffees be barista perfect, and may all your dreams come true.

A white coffee cup and saucer with frothy coffee and two white hearts and wings on top. There are rose petals around the cup.
Image by Kalpesh Ajugia from Pixabay

Stone Circle Serenade

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Crystalline fairy Smokey Quartz Sally danced through Gemstone Glade, boredom beating in her heart. She was seeking something but she knew not what. She waved her wand in exasperation. Then it happened. A silver portal of light opened before her.

On the other side, a stone circle stood like frozen kings at the foot of a mountain. Little did she know that she was in Scotland. Laughing, Sally waved her wand again. One of the stones turned in to a giant shining smokey quartz.

A circle of tall thin stones on green grass under a blue sky
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She heard neighing behind her. To her surprise, Sally confronted a white unicorn, deep green eyes gazing in to her own, a silver glowing horn above like a lantern from a mystic land. “There are unicorns, beyond our Gemstone Glade forest?” she whispered in shock.

“I am Stonetta, guardian unicorn to the stone circles of Scotland. People cannot see me, cats can … and fairies too it seems. Come with me …”

Stonetta swirled her horn. Another silver portal appeared. “This is how you came here, a little of my magic blown in the wind. Let’s have fun together.”

So through the magic portal they traversed the stone circles of Scotland together. At each one, Sally waved her wand, and then one stone in the circle turned to smokey quartz. Stonetta neighed her approval, magic merriment in her eyes.

“Can I take you to Gemstone Glade?” asked Sally. “It is a magical glade just a few dimensions away.” She threw her wand in the air, then caught it as a large pink bubble appeared. Together, the unicorn and fairy flew through to the enchanted Gemstone Glade beyond.

Stonetta walked around the glade, breathing its healing air, nodding her horn to the many crystalline fairies there.

“Let me show you some magic too.” Stonetta ran in to the trees. Sally joined her as a nearby glade shuddered beneath them. Then ten large stones grew from the ground. A stone circle had arrived in the Gemstone Glade forest.

A stone circle of medium size grey stones in long grass with trees in the background
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The crystalline fairies arrived donning delight like a ball dress. It was time to party among the new stones. It was a night of fairy-fuelled celebration … interwoven with deep magic.

Far away in Scotland, the tourists came in their thousands to see the stone circles with their new smokey quartz stone. It was a national mystery … or a tourism boost, depending how you looked on it.

And then the stones began to sing, a soft lullaby of a better tomorrow, a prayer for heaven on Earth. Stonetta looked on proudly, as a song rose in her own throat. It was the sound of Scotland … a waltz of wisdom, the music of magic. A ballad of timeless beauty that knew no end.

Rhodochrosite Ruth

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Fairy Rhodochrosite Ruth possessed only one special gift, the ability to turn roses in to rhodochrosite crystal. And each crystal rose would contain the dreams coming true magic known only to fairies.

As Ruth swept through Gemstone Glade today she felt sad. There were no more roses to practice with in the forest at large. She had a talent … but no toys to play with.

Then magic struck her like a diamond crystal arrow, a weapon of wizardry that lit the glade with bright pink light. It was an enchanted portal, and impossible to resist its sweet radiance.

On the other side, Ruth found herself in a children’s school playground. What am I doing here? she thought nervously. Then she saw it. A rose garden at the far end of the playground, likely cared for by little hands, childish laughter linking with rose magic to create a special space of joy.

Ruth closed her eyes and used her fairy power to enlarge to human size. She had a feeling she would be staying for a while, so best to fit in.

A woman with large pink fairy wings, long brown hair with flowers in it and a short pink dress. She is on a woodland path with pink flowers.
Image by Jim Cooper from Pixabay

Then she set to work. The next morning, children arrived in the schoolyard to screams of bewilderment, the sunshine of delight trying to break through the clouds of disquiet.

For every rose was now a beautiful pink crystal flower. Little did they know that this was enchanted rhodochrosite crystal.

As the children touched them, rose crystals fell in to waiting hands. These were dreamcatcher crystals. Fast forward fifteen years … and dream happy ever after careers had taken hold. From Postman Pat to astronaut, from ice skater to brain surgeon, from pop singer to policeman, every child achieved their secret wish in life.

And Ruth followed each destiny like a lab technician tending plants. She had chosen to stay in the village, keep her new body and earning her living as a magician, a very easy job for a fairy.

The dust of dreams come true dazzled her eyes. It was time for new magic, she had achieved her goals here.

The day had come to whisper rose-tinted poems elsewhere. She snapped her fingers and the pink portal appeared again. Rose grinned with the mirth of a magician.

First, she arrived at Anglesey Abbey Gardens in Cambridgeshire, UK. The scent of roses teased her brain. She smiled with the satisfaction of a five year old truly believing they would be an astronaut one day. There was work to do here.

Then Ruth portal flew to the rose garden at The Huntington Library, Art Museum, and Botanical Gardens in San Marino, California. Here she found heaven, and vowed never to leave.

However after some weeks another portal opened unannounced, and transported her to the Roseraie du Val-de-Marne in France. A celebration of roses embraced her like a soft summer wind. Ruth had finally found the happiness that had eluded her all her life.

One day she would return to Gemstone Glade, and what tales she could tell. Until then, she would heal the world … one rose petal at a time. And like a rose, Ruth’s pink prayer would last forever.

A pink rose with dew drops on its petals
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Mini Mansion Magic

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Crystal fairy Amethyst Anne flew around Gemstone Glade as if seeking something, perhaps the meaning to life itself. She waved her hands erratically, softly singing a lullaby. “I need something new in my life,” she suddenly cried. “A new chapter of fairycraft, a chance to make dreams come true just like we are born to do …”

Little did Anne know, in a dimension far away school children stared at the charming fairy house in their playground, the idea of new teacher Mrs Whyte. “All it needs now is a fairy!” laughed Stephanie.

A tiny wooden fairy house with grass, flowers and mushrooms on its roof and tiny circular windows and a brown door below
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Anne continued her demented dance, until the portal of purple light opened up before her. She laughed as she effortlessly flew in to the light. At the end of the tunnel … she found a perfect fairy house. “Why, this was made for me!” she shrieked.

It did not take long for the children to see her, however the teachers could not. She became an instant playground hit. The school hushed to gentle giggles, the shriek of bored children dissipating in a fairy wind.

Anne was determined to pay in kind for her wonderful new house. So she did the only thing she knew … she made dreams come true.

The village gained fame for the number of lottery winners who suddenly lived there. Stray kittens appeared in gardens, pawing at closed doors and melting hearts in every street. The school hockey team won every tournament.

However best of all, the children were happy, magic massaging their young souls, the beauty of the unreal in their eyes, the poetry of life in their hearts.

“I wish our fairy would meet the man of her dreams!” sighed Sophie one day. “She deserves some happiness!” A little shimmer of fairy magic misted her eyes.

And so it came to pass that Amethyst Alex arrived. Anne was bemused. Where had this prince charming come from? He explained that he was a Crystal Cave fairy, a magical cave in of course a dimension far far away. A shining purple portal had opened for him and he found himself here.

Love lingered in his eyes. Anne smiled. Perhaps it was time for her own dreams to come true too …

A fairy with long wavy blonde hair, a crown of purple flowers, lilac wings behind her and a long flowing lilac dress
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Black and White Beauty

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Tiny feline Tessa somersaulted round her garden chasing a white butterfly, its colour matching her own stomach and paws. A black and white beauty, her coat gleamed in the early morning sun.

Amber eyes shone with feline fun. Today impossible itched in her mind, the promise of something so much more, the whisper of wonder … and there it was. In front of her. A glowing white ball of light, the music of memories unmade beyond. She jumped in to the bright sphere as purrs erupted deep inside. Impossible stroked her head … as her eyes danced with disbelief.

A bird song disco of a forest glade confronted her, a little piece of heaven in green leaves and grey fountain stone. There before her, like a vision from a perfect catnip-scented dream, stood a black and white unicorn. He stared in to her eyes with avid attention, then he spoke using the ancient art of telepathy.

“Hello feline visitor, my name is Domino. I am one of the legendary black and white unicorn herd. We usually hide in our own little world, today I am exploring the magic of Gemstone Glade that is known and spoken of through many galaxies. We live beyond the clouds in Zebracorna, a world between worlds. I can show you.”

The head of a zebra with a unicorn horn
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Making patterns in the air with his black horn, Domino neighed softly. Black and white steps appeared, reaching for the clouds above. Tessa followed Domino as he ascended. They arrived in a world of violet trees with a purple sun in the sky.

“Welcome to Zebracorna. Let me introduce you to my friends.”

Four unicorns approached, all black and white, two with black horns, and two with silver. “Welcome curious cat cousin, black and white like we are. We can teach you to use the healing energy of black combined with white.”

A unicorn gently touched Tessa’s head with his horn. She felt heat in her chest. “You now have access to black and white magic.” Tessa purred.

She returned via the glade to her home. However Tessa would never be the same again. Wherever she went, she would spread black cat luck and unicorn magic. And everyone who stroked her … would see their wildest dreams come true.

So Tessa led the best life, magic in her meows, the promise of possible in her purr, happiness in her heart like a unicorn horn on fire.

Perhaps one day she would find Gemstone Glade again. Until then, she would spread her molten magic, enjoying the sweet enigma of her black and white soul. For black and white cats are surely the greatest felines of all.

A black and white cat with large ears and long white whiskers on a blue and a grey blanket

Butterfly Bling

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Pony princess Unlessa trotted in to Gemstone Glade, a glimpse of glamour among the trees, a hint of hope in her eyes, a flower pattern unicorn like no other.

a unicorn with a coat of different coloured flowers
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Her mother was the one and only Molly the Magnificent, unicorn of myth and magic. While pregnant with Unlessa, Molly too came to Gemstone Glade to drink its healing fountain waters. It was here that a rare benefica butterfly landed on her stomach, emitting its protective powers to the baby beneath. Benefica butterflies have flower patterns on their wings. Unlessa was born to marvel and mystification: she had flowers painted all over her extraordinary body.

Unlessa bowed her head to the fountain, drinking with joy. Then she spun round, and pointed her horn to two flies overhead. By molten magic, they turned in to benefica butterflies, little rainbows with wings.

One butterfly flew through a portal of green and pink light, and found itself in a small garden. Flying towards a ginger haired girl on a swing, it landed on her hand like a blessing from heaven, a living floral poem. The girl shrieked with delight.

Many years later, the teenage Sandra would write a book: Butterfly Bling. It followed the lives of high school children navigating life … with the help of magical butterflies. The book was published; suddenly butterflies were firm fashion. And as if summoned by sorcery, benefica butterflies appeared everywhere, confounding science and testing theories on their origin.

Many dimensions away, Unlessa stepped once again in to Gemstone Glade. There were no benefica butterflies today. However bluebottle flies battled the wind around the fountain. Time for magic … Unlessa waved her horn, and the flies transformed in to benefica butterflies, beauty with beating wings, a promise of possible as they rose as one and flew away. And wherever they landed, magic would follow as a sunrise at the end of the night. And like a pastel sunrise, the butterflies would inspire hope in all hearts touched by them.

Look out your window now … you may just see one, there high above, a glimpse of glamour, a breath of colourful beauty, a vision quickly gone, but never forgotten.

a pink butterfly with open wings with brown dots among the pink
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Snowdrop Song

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Blessing the Unicorn strode softly in to a snow swept Gemstone Glade, her long flowing mane and tail billowing around her like a silken veil. The crystal fairies rushed around, happy to see their best friend. They loved nothing more than to curl her hair and add little jewels.

“It is time to wish everyone a happy new year,” proclaimed Blessing, her aquamarine eyes misting with emotion.

A white unicorn with long flowing mane and long tail, in a wood with a stream and trees around her

Image by Michael Conway from Pixabay

Blessing’s secret magical powers simmered within. She could make plants and flowers grow to ten times their size; a unicorn gardener extraordinaire, a blessing to blossoms, a floral poem in motion.

The fairies laughed in delight, clapping their tiny hands as Blessing walked round the glade. The she spied them, tiny green dots in the snow … snowdrop buds. Quickly, Blessing touched her horn to the little sparks of latent life. The tiny plants pulsed with unicorn magic, growing in to giant flowering snowdrops in mere minutes. Blessing neighed softly in sweet satisfaction.

She nodded at the cool air before her. A green portal of light appeared. Effortlessly, she jumped through to Planet Earth, finding and spellbinding snowdrop buds. Quickly, she travelled far and wide, leaving giant snowdrops swaying behind her.

All over the land, snowdrops emerged from the snow like portents of impending spring. And people everywhere discovered the flowers in their gardens and parks, their hearts hiccupping as their spirits soared in hope.

Silently, snowdrops kissed the land, words unsaid and hope unharnessed in their flower hearts. Hope for a better new year, hope for a snowdrop kissed land, hope for a flower power future, hope for happiness in every heart in the world.

a white snowdrop with a green stem
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Christmas Castle

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Unicorn Ryan stepped in to Gemstone Glade with joy in his heart. It was Christmas Day, and one last adventure awaited him, one last word to choose on his magical stone tablet.

The stone tablet offered four options:

Christmas Crystal

Christmas Cave

Christmas Dragon

Christmas Castle

Ryan nodded his horn towards the Christmas Castle text.

A stone doorway appeared. Ryan walked through … in to a snow kissed valley, a frozen lake below, and above a grand pink turreted castle. Ryan looked up. There was a pink Pegasus unicorn statue on top of the castle, horn pointing to the sky as if it were trying to fly.

A huge Christmas tree bedecked with presents stood proudly in the castle courtyard. Ryan ignored it. The people here did not need him, it looked like there were gifts for all.

Ryan flew to the unicorn statue. Stone eyes glimmered in the winter sun. Ryan’s heart suddenly ached, he felt as though he knew this unicorn, a soul from a dream … a unicorn calling to him in his sleep. A cry for help.

Gently, Ryan touched his horn to the pink unicorn’s head. Suddenly, her eyes blinked, and her body twitched.

She turned her head, and looked deep in to his eyes.

“Thank you, saviour, you have heard my Christmas prayer. I am Magenta. Many years ago, a king’s magician turned me to stone so they could have a lovely rooftop statue. I have hoped and prayed for years to be free … and now you are here, on Christmas Day.”

“Come with me, far from this land. There is a portal below … “

So Ryan and Magenta flew through the portal, which disappeared behind them. The Gemstone Glade fairies greeted them in astonished joy.

“A pink unicorn!” they breathed as one. The pink fairies were particularly excited, a unicorn soulmate!

Magenta drank from the fountain with the thirst of a unicorn who had been stone for centuries. The fountain waters turned pink.

It began to gently snow, and as the snowflakes touched the ground, they too turned pink.  

Ryan showed Magenta the stone tablet. She touched it with her horn, and it turned magenta pink. The words rearranged themselves … and new magic missions beckoned for 2025.

May your Christmas be full of unicorn magic, and may your new year gift you many exciting adventures. We wish you a happy glittering Gemstone Glade Christmas.

a pink unicorn with a long flowing mane against a backdrop of a valley and a lake
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Christmas Dragon

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Unicorn Ryan danced around the Gemstone Glade fountain, Christmas sparkle in his heart. Christmas was his favourite time of year, and this year extra special for he had been gifted a new magical stone tablet, a portal opener to other worlds.

The stone tablet offered four options:

Christmas Crystal (read first story)

Christmas Cave

Christmas Dragon

Christmas Castle

Ryan gently touched his horn to the Christmas Dragon text.

A portal of golden fire materialised above him. Ryan’s eyes shone. Without a second thought, he jumped in to a new world.

Golden mountains confronted him, a lake of liquid gold next to them. Was it really gold, or just gold coloured? What magic had he stumbled upon today?

Ryan walked towards a cave at the foot of the mountain. Smoke whispers soothed his noise, a scent like … a Christmas fire mixed with pine needles.

A dragon slowly emerged from the cave, golden scales shimmering under a low winter sun.

“A unicorn!” The dragon spoke the ancient language of telepathy.

The dragon seemed happy to meet another living being in this barren golden landscape.

The head of a golden dragon emerging from rocks with golden smoke around him
Image by Jim Cooper from Pixabay

“I am Alfred, dragon of Christmas. However I no longer celebrate. No one believes in dragons on Earth anymore. I used to attend stone circles at the winter solstice and add my golden smoke to bonfires. Or I would find valiant knights and gift them golden dragon energy. But today … no one cares.”

“I am sure there would be someone out there who would love to meet you this Christmas,” said Ryan. “How did you find you valiant knights?”

“My golden intuition would know where to go.”

“So why can’t you use your intuition again this year? There must be someone who needs a bit of dragon magic this Christmas.”

The dragon sighed. “Very well. It is not easy coming out of retirement … “

“It will be fun,” Ryan reassured him.

So Ryan and Alfred flew through yet another golden portal, and drifted like a dream through the night sky over London, UK.

“There is someone special in that house down there,” proclaimed Alfred.

And so a unicorn and a dragon landed in a quiet suburban garden. A light switched on downstairs, then she was at the door. A diminutive woman with red hair and shining green eyes. She did not appear to be scared.

An elven woman with huge ears and large green eyes
Image by Jim Cooper from Pixabay

“We are here to bring you Christmas cheer,” Ryan quickly told her, again using telepathy.

The woman looked surprised, then smiled. “I am Violet, and I am a writer. I prayed today for inspiration. And here it is … “

Alfred breathed out golden smoke, and his eyes smiled. “Let me tell you my story.”

He spoke in to the early hours of the morning. And so it came to pass, that Dragon of Christmas was written and published by the next Christmas. Children everywhere would read of this magical dragon … and yes, some of them would believe in him. Christmas magic would melt in their hearts, as Christmas words healed the world.

And Alfred would return, each Christmas, spreading golden smoke high over the land. Look up to the night sky now, and you may see him, a line of gold among the stars. And if you harbour a secret wish, let the strength of golden dragon smoke support you … as your dreams come true.

We wish all readers golden dragon sparkle this Christmas, and every Christmas. And may children always believe in magic, stories of the impossible welcome in their hearts.

Happy Christmas from Ryan the Unicorn, Alfred the Dragon and all the Gemstone Glade fairies.