Rainbow the Warrior Unicorn jumped through rainbow portal after rainbow portal, spreading peace like pastel rain. Her coat glistened with all the colours of the rainbow, while her horn glowed with soft golden light.
Today there was an argument in a household kitchen, a married couple disagreeing over their porridge. Rainbow appeared before them then was gone like a magical vision. Voices lowered and tempers calmed. The argument was over, a mystery in its place.
Then a school playground, a fight between two children pausing while the assembled crowd of youngsters gazed in awe at the unicorn. Then Rainbow was gone, and the fight was over.
Next came a shop, where an irate customer shouted at a quivering sales assistant. A shining unicorn raced between them, and was gone. The angry customer was left speechless, and then hurriedly left the store.
And again and again. Sometimes she would stop, mentally asking, “portal fairies …. Somewhere to rest next.”
Today at her request the portal changed its rainbow hues to silver and gold … the colour of unicorn horns.
Rainbow jumped in to the glittering light. She found herself in a forest glade with a fountain in its middle, and a wooden sign proudly proclaiming, “Gemstone Glade.”
Crystalline fairies flew around her. “Welcome, unicorn stranger, you will find much to enjoy here.”
For once, she was somewhere where peace prevailed already. Slowly, Rainbow sipped from the sparkling fountain waters. Immediately, she felt revived.
A soft neigh shushed the glade. Rainbow turned round to behold a mighty Pegasus.
“Hello, I am Ryan. It is always a pleasure to see a new unicorn here.”
Rainbow had met a kindred soul. The two unicorns exchanged notes on their many adventures. Read Unicorn Ryan Adventures
Then a portal of shining pink light opened before them.
“I think it is time we adventure together,” said Ryan. Together they jumped in to the light, and to a new year of pink possibility and maybe, just maybe unicorn dreams come true.
May rainbow unicorns guide your way, and may the silken dust of all your dreams come true follow you through 2026 and beyond.
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 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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.”
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.
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.
“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.
“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.
A crisp snow carpet glimmered under a full moon. The Gemstone Glade fountain whispered an ancient lullaby, unknown words of wisdom shushed by a gentle breeze.
Unicorn Ryan stepped through the glade and looked up to the moon, thinking of his many adventures. Read them here
Suddenly a bright star shot across the sky. It sliced the black velvet heavens like a fast ship on a still sea.
Then it was above the glade, descending like a spirit from a far dimension. It came to rest next to the fountain, a small bundle of winking light, a Christmas gift of magic. Little stars shot upwards and branches of light formed around them.
Slowly the star grew into a Christmas tree of light.
Unicorn Ryan neighed softly, winter wonder in his eyes, star secrets in his heart.
The star tree continued to grow, reaching for the moon above. Soon, it was as high as the Gemstone Glade oak tree.
Ryan’s eyes sparkled with mute marvel. He rested his horn on a shining leaf, bewitched by the starlit beauty before him.
The star twinkled, then like a leaf in autumn fell silently to the snow licked land. It glowed more brightly, changing shape, transforming into … a square of light. Gently, the bright light dimmed, leaving behind a softly illuminated stone tablet.
Another stone tablet. Ryan neighed in excitement, electricity of enthusiasm roaring through his veins.
Words appeared in the stone, like a poem of indelible love in a beating heart. Words that could change worlds …
… Or perhaps just Ryan’s world.
Four choices confronted his eager eyes.
Christmas Crystal
Christmas Cave
Christmas Dragon
Christmas Castle
Ryan touched his horn to the first option. A portal of shining light appeared before him. Ryan’s eyes glittered like jewels. Effortlessly, he jumped through the glowing gateway.
A seashore in moonlight, diamonds twinkling under his hooves … and a soft sea hymn that spoke to his heart. Then snow began to fall, and as each flake touched the beach, it formed a perfect diamond. The shore was alive with vibrant light.
The waves licked the shore like a hungry kitten. Then they parted to reveal … a white horse, giant wings spraying sea foam in the air like Christmas candy.
Wise eyes regarded Ryan, pools of mer magic. “I am Diamanta,” the horse relayed to Ryan telepathically. “I knew you were coming. I bring a gift from the bottom of the ocean.”
The horse’s white mane whispered in the wind. She lowered her head to Ryan hooves, and deposited an item from her mouth. It was a large shining diamond, the strength of the sea and wisdom of the waves in solid form.
Ryan neighed his thanks, sniffing the sparkling stone. “May I take it home with me?” he meekly asked.
“It is yours now, take it where you will. Prepare for magic beyond belief!”
Ryan lifted the stone in his mouth, then jumped back through the portal. All was still in Gemstone Glade, expectation in the eery silence.
Ryan placed the diamond in the fountain. The waters danced, little drops of winking waltzes. Ryan touched his horn to the submerged diamond, electric energy soaring through him. He neighed, joy a bright gem in his heart.
A small hand stroked his mane. It was crystal fairy Diamond Deirdre, laughing in his ear. “I can feel the diamond,” she confided. “It is very magical.”
A soft melody whispered in the trees. Ryan looked around the glade in silken surprise. Leaves were turning in to diamonds, the spirit of glitter in the air like a Christmas song in stone.
The fountain waters bubbled ferociously. Something moved beneath. It was the diamond, changing shape in to …
… a diamond dove, wings of white light glowing in the dark. The dove flew round the glade, resting on Ryan’s horn, then defecting to the oak tree. Diamond leaves danced beneath her.
Then she flew high in to the night, and was gone. With joy in her crystal heart, Dora the dove soared upwards and onwards, spreading a message of pure diamond love. Resting once in a while on a cathedral spire or a mountain summit, then back to the skies, a light passing above, the peace of poetry in motion, a diamond dream that would never wake up.
Soon, people everywhere had seen her, a letter of hope, its words whispering in the wind. It was a winter wish, a gift of Christmas magic, a hymn from heaven.
Wishing all blog readers a Christmas of diamond delight and gemstone glitter. May a dove of peace bless your house, unseen and unknown far above in the night sky. And may the brightest star in the night shine for you today and all your days.
Fairy Amethyst Alice flew round Gemstone Glade, alighting on the fountain rim. Softly she sung an ancient lullaby of the crystal amethyst, and the story of her crystal fairy clan.
A purple leaf floated towards her on the wind. Alice stopped singing. Could this be … the fabled invitation to fly to Amethyst Wood? It was an enchanted forest whispered of during night-time stories, a myth that may be true, the final chapter to the amethyst saga that lay unread and unheard …
Alice climbed on to the leaf, and it threw her in to the clouds. Then far below she observed a secret to devour all secrets, a legend come to life. Purple trees swayed beneath her.
The leaf landed in a forest glade, similar to Alice’s home Gemstone Glade however in hues of shimmering purple.
Alice flew over an amethyst fountain, diving deep in to its waters, emerging energised and smiling.
Above a violet dove flew in to the glade, cooing softly. Alice clapped her hands in delight. “Come with me,” said the dove telepathically in her head. Alice did not need to be asked twice. She climbed on to the dove’s back, and they were gone.
They entered a cloud of amethyst dust, and emerged above the Scottish city of Edinburgh, its soft night-time lights enhanced by the radiance of a full moon.
The dove flew around St Giles Cathedral, then landed on a spire. Alice began to sing her lullaby.
The cathedral glowed purple. Passersby stopped to stare, disbelief dancing with delight in their eyes. As images circulated the world, many believed it to be a sign. Tourists booked their next holiday to Edinburgh, excitement etched on their hearts in shining violet.
Ten year old Aveline stared out her bedroom window, as the moon glowed violet. She smiled, wiping away childish tears of despair. She hated school, she detested her life.
Then on her windowsill as if by magic appeared a violet dove with a purple fairy on its back. Aveline smiled like a child who has never smiled before. She opened her window, and the dove and fairy entered. The fairy whispered stories as the dove cooed.
The next day, Aveline began to write. A story of a magical bird and its fairy friend. Later that year, her story would win the school talent content, as a thousand smiles lit in her heart.
On the day of the talent contest, magic murmured in the air. By the next morning, within St Giles Cathedral there had appeared an amethyst fountain complete with a dolphin statue spewing purple water.
Again, this was interpreted as a sign from heaven. Crowds descended like a flock of lost doves. And as a full moon licked the streets that night, magic played with stone like a kitten with paint. For a few minutes, the entire city glowed purple. Moonlight sung its ancient lullaby, and the city purred as peace descended. A message of miracles lit up Edinburgh like an enchanted candle in freefall. A radiant poem of promise … a glowing haiku of hope.
The Gemstone Glade Christmas Tree glimmered in the winter sun, its rainbow array of baubles winking, conspirators of magic.
Fairy Citrine Cindy flew round the tree, a smile of a hundred suns on her tiny yellow face. Today, she would choose the yellow bauble, her kindred colour.
She danced in front of the bauble, waving her arms and swinging her legs furiously. The sunlight sparkled in her wings, a Christmas light in freefall.
Then the yellow bauble turned in to a huge portal of golden light. With a cheeky chuckle, Cindy flew in to the shimmering gateway.
Golden yellow sands confronted her, emerald green waves licking the beach gently. A large yellow sun hung triumphant in the sky. Hills of yellow grass hugged the beach like a long lost friend.
A yellow seagull flew towards her. “Hello, fairy from afar. I am Seagull Solomon.”
Cindy instantly liked Solomon, he was the same colour as her after all. “I am from Gemstone Glade,” she whispered in her silken voice, the sound of angels laughing.
“Gemstone Glade? It really exists then? I thought it was a myth, a place so magical it could not possibly be real …”
“I can take you there,” promised Cindy.
“I would love to go. But let me first introduce you to my friend Jasmine, a magical sea dragon.”
Solomon cawed to the sky, the sound of every wonder of the world rolled in to one.
The ocean sighed, and the waves parted in two as something large approached … Then she was there, in all her golden yellow glory. A beautiful dragon with emerald green eyes and glowing yellow wings. She breathed yellow smoke as she slowly crept over the sand towards them.
“Jasmine! I have a new friend!”
Cindy laughed. It was not often she met other yellow creatures, especially not ones as mysterious as these two.
Jasmine asked Cindy to climb atop her head, and then flew over the yellow hills and lakes of yellow lava, and of course the ocean studded by islands of yellow sands.
Cindy felt an aching sense of awe suffuse her heart. She was in paradise.
“I simply must show you and Solomon my home now,” sighed Cindy.
So Cindy returned through the yellow portal of light, followed by a seagull and then a mighty dragon.
The other crystalline fairies flew around them, intrigued and hoping for some magic. They were not disappointed.
Seagull Solomon shed a yellow feather. The fairies seized it and began to play. Their wings sprouted tiny yellow feathers. They giggled in delight.
Then Jasmine breathed yellow smoke on the Gemstone Glade fountain. Fierce dragon fire ignited, floating on the surface of the water like huge candles. Jasmine breathed again, extinguishing the fire. The fairies clapped in delinquent delight.
Jasmine relit the fountain, and her magic trickled through the portals of the glade and drifted silently to Planet Earth.
On Christmas Eve, every fountain anywhere on Planet Earth lit up with ferocious yellow fire, a fleeting five minutes of magnificence. It was a Christmas sign, a portent of magic to come … It was the power of every child’s Christmas wish coming true.
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