What is This Christmas?
By Rebecka Vigus
Yes, Ebook
Winter
in the fairy glen was not magical. The fragile fairies were forced to remain
inside. Twit watched the snowflakes gently falling. She saw the brightly
colored lights of the farmhouse across the meadow. She longed to see what the
family was doing. Her wings twitched with the urge to fly. Maybe she would slip
out tonight. What could it hurt? What a great adventure. Just then her mother
called, “Lights out.”
Twit
curled into her bed. Moonlight streamed through the window as she lay down to
sleep. She waited until all was quiet before easing out the window into the
night.
The
bitter cold wind made it hard for her to fly. Moonlight through the clouds
helped her keep her bearings. Those beautiful snowflakes were cold and wet as
they hit her gossamer wings. She hoped she would make it to the farmhouse.
It
seemed to take forever and just as she was giving up Twit splattered against a
window pane. She rubbed a spot with her cold hand to see inside. A little girl
was lying on her bed reading. The room was all pink and cozy. Twit tapped on the window hoping the girl
would let her in. She was about to give
up a when little boy ran into the room.
He
shouted muffled words Twit could not make out. Then he noticed her. “Look,
Bridget,” he yelled. “There’s a weird bug on your window.”
Both
children came to the window. Twit was excited, hoping they would let her in so
she could get warm.
“It’s a
fairy,” Bridget said.
“There’s
no such thing,” the boy stated. But he continued to stare at the strange bug.
It looked like it was waving to them.
“Stand
back,” Bridget ordered. “I’m going to open the window and let it in.” She
lifted the window enough to reach out and grab the little fairy. “Oh, she’s
cold.”
Twit
was startled by having her own wish come true and could only sit it Bridget’s
hand and shiver.
“Find
me a doll blanket will you, Bryce?”
Bridget asked.
He
muttered but started searching through her doll stuff. “Will this work?” he asked holding up a doll
wash cloth.
“Just
bring it,” Bridget ordered. “She’s freezing.” Bridget wrapped the tiny fairy to
help her get warm. “Do you understand what I say?” she asked.
Twit
nodded yes.
“I’m
Bridget and this is Bryce,” she told the fairy. “Did you come for Christmas?”
Twit
looked confused she answered, “I’m Twit. What is this Christmas?”
“You
don’t know what Christmas is,” Bryce shrieked.
“Hush,
or Mom will hear us,” admonished Bridget. “Christmas is a holiday we celebrate
every year. We decorate the house, hang our stockings, and wait for Santa to
arrive.”
“What’s
a Santa?” Twit asked.
“This
is messed up,” Bryce said. “Everybody knows who Santa is. He lives at the North
Pole. Every year he brings toys to girls and boys around the world. He rides in
a flying sleigh pulled by reindeer.”
It was
Twit’s turn to be astonished. She had seen Santa and his sleigh. She never knew
what he did. She sneezed.
“Oh, we
can’t let you get sick,” Bridget said.
“I’ll fix you a bed and tuck you in. Tomorrow we can talk more.”
Twit perched
on a pillow wrapped in the wash cloth as Bridget went to work making her a bed.
Once made Bridget shooed Bryce from the room and tucked Twit into bed. She
crawled into bed and shut off the light. “Night, Twit.”
“Night.”
Sometime
in the night Twit spiked a fever and got chills. She knew this was not good and
she would never make it home by morning. Her mother would worry. She tossed and
turned in the little bed.
Bridget
found Twit soaking wet and shivering in the morning. “Oh, you poor thing. Let me
find something to make you better.” She left the room and Twit curled into the
bed trying to get warm.
In a
few minutes, Bridget returned. She had something in a tiny doll cup. “Drink
this, it will help.”
Twit
drank while Bridget searched for dry bedding. She tucked the little fairy in.
“I hope you get well soon. I made a Christmas wish to keep you.”
Twit
cried, “I made a wish to go home.”
Sleep
now and we can work it out when you feel better. Again Bridget tucked Twit in
and left the room. When Twit woke up she felt better. She tried out her wings
and flew to the window. Snow covered everything she could hardly see her home
in the woods. She cried, wishing once again she was safe at home.
When
Bridget came back she had Bryce in tow. “We talked it over and decided we are
going to help you get home.”
Twit
smiled. “Thank you.”
“You
need to drink some more of this because we have to take you outside,” Bridget
told her.
Twit
took the cup and drank. She was surprised it did not make her sleepy. She handed
the cup to Bridget.
“Bryce
and I are going to get ready to go out,” she said. “We’ll be back to get you in
a few minutes.”
The two
left the little fairy. She worried they might change their minds keeping her
here forever. Tears stung her eye lids. They had been so kind. It took ages,
but the two returned dressed in their snowsuits.
“Hop
into my pocket,” Bridget said opening the pocket on her jacket. “Can you show
us the way?”
“Oh,
yes,” Twit said climbing in.
In less
than ten minutes they were across the field. At the outskirts of the woods,
Twit said, “I can get there from here. Thank you.” She fluttered her wings and
flew home.
She
sent her wish to Santa and on Christmas morning Bridget found a fairy sized
doll in her stocking and Bryce found the sling shot he wanted.