A Christmas Fairy or Five

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I came across this poem by Winifred Sackville Stoner Jr and loved it!  It’s called the Five Best Fairies and I particularly like the first verse.

The  joyous CHRISTMAS SPIRIT
Is flying through the air,
He’s  in our homes and in our hearts,
About us everywhere.
We  see him in the night time
When we have gone to bed,
Sitting  on our pillow,
Or floating round our head.
We  hear him in the morning
As soon as we arise,
“Don’t  forget the aged
And little ones,” he cries.
“If  you are well and happy
Still happier you’ll be,
If  you will open wide your heart
And say ‘COME IN’ to me.
I’ll  tell you of your neighbors
Who are both ill and sad,
But  who by deeds of kindness
You may make very glad.
And  for your Christmas presents
Oh, how I hope and pray
That  Earth’s five best good fairies
To you will come and stay.”

“The  first is GOOD HEALTH FAIRY,
Whose aid all mortals seek,
For  he is life’s elixir
And gives strength to the weak.
Without  this gracious fairy
No one can ever know
A  single hour of perfect peace
Away from GOBLIN WOE.
So  treasure this good fairy
And keep him safe with you,
For  he will be a faithful friend
And one that’s ever true.

“I’ll  ask GOOD COMFORT FAIRY
To all your wants give heed,
So  you may never suffer
From dreaded SPECTER NEED.

“A  third most precious fairy
I know will stay with you
If  you have HEALTH to make you smile
And MEANS so you may do
The  little deeds of kindness
And little acts of love
Which  bring true gladness to this earth
From radiant realms above.

“With  health and comfort and true love,
No fairies, it would seem,
Would  be quite necessary
To make this life a dream,
But  as most every mortal
Has hopes of great success,
Reaching  high for certain goals
Toward which they go in quest.
I  pray SUCCESS, the fairy,
Will help to win your part
In  everything you undertake,
In finance, science, art.

“Now,  with good health and comfort
And love and great success,
There  always travels side by side
THE  FAIRY HAPPINESS.
Oh,  may these five good fairies
Forever dwell with thee,
And  then you’ll be as happy
As any one can be.”

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A Tree Without Presents

Written for my son’s first Christmas with memories of my childhood Christmases

“When is it going to be Christmas Mummy?” I had asked this question every day, sixteen times a day since half term was over.  

“Christmas is ages away yet…you’ll just have to wait.”

“But it’s been ages since the last one! Why can’t we have Christmas every day?” I never got an answer to that – grown ups just laughed and patted me on the head.

Finally the time got nearer and nearer and exciting things happened at school like nativity plays and Christmas dinner. The tree went up at home which I was allowed to help with. Baubles, tinsel, fairy lights and all good things.

“But where are all the presents Mummy? The tree has nothing under it. Does this mean we haven’t been good?”

“Father Christmas brings the presents on Christmas Eve so we’ll have to wait and see if he’s brought anything for us.”

“When is Christmas Eve Mummy?”

“Tomorrow.” I gave a little jump of joy.  

Tomorrow came. It was time for Father Christmas to bring his presents. I waited all day long and nobody rang the doorbell or left packages on the doorstep. Where was he?

We had lots of jobs to do…shopping to do and things to pick up. Mummy didn’t seem concerned that we hadn’t had any presents yet.

“When is Father Christmas coming Mummy?”

“He comes during the night when you’re fast asleep, but you have to promise to go to bed on time and sleep all night – he knows when you’re awake! Now shall we make him some mince pies? Do you think we’ve got enough carrots for the reindeer and brandy for Father Christmas? Did we get the magic reindeer food to show him where to land his sleigh?”

The day was going so slowly….we all cuddled on the sofa to watch a film and drink hot chocolate. The tree looked so pretty twinkling in the corner. How much better it would look if there were presents though!

We put the carrots and a mince pie on a little plate with a small glass of brandy. “Does Father Christmas really like brandy Mummy?” It smelled revolting!

“Oh he loves it!” She assured me.  

“But if he eats mince pies in everyone’s house he’ll never fit down the chimney!”

“Ahh but you forget that Father Christmas is magical and he can do anything.”

It seemed like night time would never come. I was so excited that I knew I wouldn’t sleep. Bath time and pyjamas and a glass of milk; my stocking was ready on the end of the bed. Mummy and Daddy lay on my bed with me to read The Night Before Christmas.

“Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.”

By the time Father Christmas was wishing everyone a good night my eyes were closing. I could see my flat empty stocking lying across the bottom of the bed. Would he come? Would I get to see him? What did he really look like? Zzzzzzzzz

I woke up sleepily not knowing where I was for a second and felt a heavy weight pinning my legs down. It was Christmas! “Mummy he came!” I ran into their room with my heavy stocking and jumped on the bed to open all my presents in a mess of wrappings and bows. “Wait I have to check something.” I zoomed downstairs. I peered in the lounge half expecting to see Father Christmas snoozing on the sofa. The mince pie was gone with just some crumbs left, the carrot too and the brandy was half gone and I turned to look at the tree and there was a MOUNTAIN of presents under it in every colour and size. I sat and stared in wonder and thought that now the Christmas tree looked just right. It was Christmas.