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If you don't know my little Elf Greenby you are in for a treat. This little mischievious little elf constantly seems to get himself in trouble. Not because he is a bad little elf, but because he is so curious about everything you understand. Sometimes this just gets our little friends in trouble even when they absolutely try their best to stay safe and in their Mommy's and Daddy's good graces. I am sure you know all about being a little curious munchkin or at least know one. don't you?

Well in this case it really wasn't Greenby's fault that he got hurt, but let me start at the beginning.. 

Greenby was so excited. He got to go to the first ever North Pole Soccer Championships.

The “Polar Sledglings” (Reindeer team) were playing the “S.C. Whoopers” (Santa’s Elves). The onlookers were very excited as both teams half slid and half ran onto the playing field. Dragonlings had worked for hours to clear the playing field, but small patches of frost still remained. This was going to be a very interesting Game.

 

Greenby was running along the sidelines. Shouting to encourage the players. Imitating his sisters, who were cheering for the S.C. Whoopers.

Snowflake, one of Greenbys sisters was so excited, she couldn’t stand still. She ran up to Greenby and yelled:” You’re it slowpoke!” She tapped him on the shoulder and ran off again. Since Greenby can never let a challenge go unanswered, a game of catch was underway in no time.

 

Round and round they chased each other. Slipping here, sliding there always getting further from the Game. They looked like little steam engines, with the cold air blowing out of their wide open mouth. Their wild laughter and joyous screams mixed with the noise of the soccer game. One of the Goalies had stopped a very aggressive kick and a cheer went up. Still running Greenby turned around, trying to check what was going on. He did not see the big bright red and white stripped North Pole right in front of him.

 

They had come to the edge of Santa’s Village, where the 6 foot tall red and white North Pole stood. The North Pole, I am sure you know, is the magical entrance to Santa’s Village. Only those believing in Santa, his Elves and all other magical creatures can see the Pole. Tickling his cherry red stripes is the only way to gain entrance to the Village.

By the time Greenby turned around again to see where he was going it was too late and he ran smack into the Pole. Head first.

Greenby crumbled to the ground and was stunned. What had happened? All he saw for a few minutes were dozens of Santas flying around his head. (We see stars or birds maybe, Elves see Santas).

The Pole doubled over in pain and let out a high pitched squeal.

 

The game stopped suddenly and every one looked around in surprise. What was going on? Together they ran to the place were the little Elf sat. His head feeling about double the size and the Santas were literally dancing around the Christmas Tree around his throbbing head, making him gently sway from side to side.

The famous Reindeer Rudolph was the first to notice the blood running down Greenbys’ face. Snowflake huddled against one of the other Elves. Everybody was getting very worried. The blood was almost gushing now and it reminded them of a red raspberry river with very strange bubbles. Rudolph positioned Greenby carefully on his back. The little hurt Elf slumped down and fainted. Rudolph flew carefully but quickly to the Mistletoe Hospital, the oldest and most famous Hospital for Christmas Critters and North Pole Residents.

 

It seemed to take forever as the Doctors checked the little Elf over. The Winterfairy, who had been called, kept pacing up and down the hallway. She had never been a very patient person and when one of her little ones was hurt, it drove her insane.

She never noticed before how long a hospital hallway can be when you pace and worry. At one point she even resorted to counting the steps. I am glad to report to you that the 3rd floor of the Mistletoe Hospital takes exactly 368 ½ steps from one end to the other to pace. Greenby was the youngest of her eleven children and always in trouble somehow. For those of you that are not familiar with Greenby, and are confused to how Elves and other assorted People can be the children of the Winterfairy, let it be enough for now to say that she has a habit of adopting lost souls into her house and heart. Plus when you put a human person and a magical Winterfairy together you get an Elf.

She was thankful to have the Arch Mage Draconous by her side to keep her calm. He too had rushed to Greenby’s side as soon as he heard. He was quiet fond of the little trouble maker, evenso of course he would never admit to anything as trivial as emotions. Arch Mage Draconous, was famous for his “colder then ice” behavior and stern attitude. Only those that got to know him very well and caught him at a moment when he thought himself alone, saw the real side of him. (He really is just a cuddly, lonely old Teddy Bear, ahem Dragon) and happens to be the love of the Winterfairy’s life.

When the Hospital Pixie in charge finally came in with the needle-wand , she noticed that there was something wrong. Gently touching the wound, she realized that not all the bones were as they should be. Some seemed to be slightly out of place and one very tiny one even missing.

Smiling sweetly, she hooked the Winterfairy into her arms and pulled her aside. Miss Ginger Bread the Pixie, was a kindly older Nursing Pixie who had dealt with crises of this type many times before and she knew just how to handle it. In soothing tones she told the nervous Mother that they would have to use this special machine to check if everything was ok. The Winterfairy however, was not like most of the other Mommies that Miss Ginger usually dealt with and soon she found a Wand pointed at her with the sweet, but stern “request” that she would be present during those little checks.

 

They put Greenby in a Wheelchair and wheeled him down into another room. Putting a magical robe on him, they laid him on a moving bed. It slid into a Tunnel and Greenby watched a brightly lighted Toy train go round and round inside a Tube of the machine. If the poor Elf wasn’t dizzy before, he was now.

The pixie had gotten really tiny and was sitting inside the Train. From there she was able to take special photos that would look deep inside the bones and brain of Greenby. Scary thought really, because she got to see all the mischief the little elf could think up, but that is another story.

Since this was a magic camera it made Greenby’s head transparent.

After a few moments they found the problem. One of the bones in Greenby’s head had been broken and a tiny piece had come off. Well, even a naughty little Elf like Greenby, should never run around with a hole in his head and so it needed to be fixed. She even could see a little scrap of color on the surrounding bones. ( A bit of paint from the pole)

 

Gently talking to the Winterfairy, who like all mothers was worried out of her mind, the friendly nurse explained. She would have to call the Wizard of the Healing snow to fix it. The Winterfairy silently cried for worry, of course hiding her sniffles in an oversized handkerchief and proclaiming loudly that she hated getting colds. Since she was living at the North Pole, this was not a likely story, but who would be so unkind as to argue this with her right then. She loved Greenby so much, and that little Tike was constantly causing her one worry after the other. The Arch Mage Draconous put his arm around the Winterfairy and silently wove a spell of calm around them. He couldn’t stand all that sniffling for very long, or so he said.

 

It took several hours before they could reach the Wizard. He had been all the way on the South Pole to fix the broken wing of a little Penguin. That little Penguin was a handful for his Parents as well and was constantly getting into one adventure after the other.

 

As soon as the Wizard got the message he appeared at Greenbys side and took a close look at the magical pictures Miss Ginger had taken. Without a moments hesitation he knew what to do.

 

Two doxies with friendly smiles and funny glasses gave Greenby a sleeping potion. Greenby looked up at his Mom with his great big trusting eyes. Her heart just about broke. She softly kissed his upturned nose and promised him to be right at his side when he woke up.

She was told, she would not be able to be inside the Surgery Room. The Wizard would work with his potions, wands and other things. She waited outside as long as she could. She knew she had to check on her other little elves and make sure that they were ok. They would want to know how little Greenby was doing.

The Arch Mage placed his arms around her and in they went back to her little cottage in Santas Village .Quick as a flash they returned to the hospital to sit by her little broken down Elf.

 

When Greenby started to open his eyes she was allowed to sit with him.

He had a terrible headache and a scary looking scar. He was trying to be very brave, but it hurt so badly. The Winterfairy told him a story and the Night Nurse, a very funny looking Gnome, gave him a potion to take the pain away. At first he was crying too hard to take the potion and it did take some quick trickery to get him to open up his mouth wide enough to pour a spoonful in, but finally it took it like a good little boy. The medicine was marvelous and automatically became whatever his favorite ice-cream was that day. One he had swallowed the drops down he was quickly fast asleep. You have to sleep a lot when you get hurt so your body can heal.

The Lady Gnome watched and worried about the Winterfairy. She looked so tired, but did not want to move from Greenbys side. After several hours the kind Nurse told her, that she really should return to the North Pole. Who else would make sure that her other little Elves were taken care off? Who would make sure that the snow crystals would be watered? They needed to be groomed and made ready for delivery. The kind nurse had known just how to tell her the right things and how to make her remember her responsibilities. Finally she gave in and did as the Gnome had told her. It was hard for her to depart, but she understood the responsibility she held to her other little ones. What a horrible choice for a Mommy to have to make.

 

Greenby had a hard head however and an even stronger will. He would be ok, she knew that and she would hurry back to his side as quick as she could. So with a little magical dust sprinkled over her-self she was off to see to her children at home and the preparation for the upcoming holiday season.

 

Another victim of the accident didn’t fear quiet as well. When the Residents of Santa’s Village went past the North Pole the next day, an awful moaning and groaning could be heard. In all the worries, nobody had thought to check on the poor North Pole. He had been so strong, so stoic the entire time, nobody even thought that he might be hurt as well. When they stepped closer they noticed his colors seemed a lot paler and he had a terrible bend in him.

 

Why do you look so surprised? Oh of course, how silly of me, I have forgotten to tell you that everything in Santa’s village is alive in some form or the other. I just assumed you knew, which shows that you should never assume anything my little friends. The person in charge of the non-creature residence was Alfie the Head Elf and of course he was summoned immediately to the poor suffering North Pole. Everyone felt horrible that they had not done so a lot sooner. Alfie went over swiftly to the poor moaning Pole and carefully checked it from end to end. A big dent was right where Greenby had run into it. In the North Poles case he had gotten it right in the stomach with his head.

 

“Oh my tummy, oh my tummy;” the North Pole moaned miserably. Once he had attention of the everyone, he of course was hamming it up something fierce. After all it is no fun to moan, cry and fuss when nobody is there to feel sorry for you and make it all better. Not that he did not have a legit reason to cry, but he was turning the volume up a bit. Alfie called for a couple of strong Reindeer and together they carried it to the toyshop. Where the creatures go to the hospital, the Poles and Buildings, Cars and sleighs get taken to the toy store.

Carefully they straightened the bend in the Pole. Oh how the poor Pole cried. Sadly, they could not give him anything to make him sleep. Once he had stopped shaking, they lovingly repainted him with a new coat of cherry red and winter white.

They kept the North Pole in the Toyshop for two whole days to make sure he was feeling better and to pamper him a bit. Hey even older “people” need a bit of pampering and attention from time to time. They were feeling guilty that they had forgotten all about him in their worry about Greenby.

When they finally put him back in his place he looked just like new.

 

Greenby had to stay in the Hospital for several days as well. The Winterfairy, the Arch Mage and Greenbys Elven Sisters came to see him as often as they could.

Even Greenbys father came to see him once. (Greenbys father is a human. The winterfairy had sent him away, so he could be happy among his own kind. Magical and non-magical people seldom find happiness together. They both often get mean to each other, being unable to understand each other.)

 

The Winterfairy missed her little Greenby a lot. She told him that he must be much more careful. When Greenby came back home he had scar on his forehead, but that would heal in time.

As for the Pole, he ducks every time he sees Greenby coming around a corner and if he could move fully out of the way, he would!

 

copyright : Regina Sunderland aka Aunty Witch

Hello my friends and welcome again to Aunty Witch’s Story hour. This story is probably a little easier to understand for older children. I would say perhaps Ages 13 and up, you know the teen years, when you feel as if nothing in your world makes sense anymore.

This is a long story and so I have decided to break it into 3 parts. Todays part will set the background for you and how Lilly and Sandy are being forced together in order to learn some very important lessons. They are transformed and send to their new world in which they start to encounter their first few internal changes and meet some of the citizens of this new world.

Next Saturday I am going to continue this story so you can join them to see how they learn their lessons step by step.

Now without further ado…

Lilly and Sandy learn a lesson Part 1

Lilly and Sandy were as different as night and day!

Lilly was a very spoiled young girl who couldn’t seem to bear wearing anything that was not brand name, eat anything that didn’t have a fancy name, or be able to go out unless she was surrounded by a throng of adoring “friends” who told her how perfect she was. Yet with all those things being so perfect for her, she never seemed to feel happy and often felt lonely without understanding why.

Sandynever owned anything with a brand name. Her clothing came from second hand stores or her Mom made them for her by hand. She spent a lot of time reading, writing or helping her family whenever she could. She wasn’t popular in school, but the few friends she did have were loyal and loved her.Sandymay not have had a lot, but she never felt unloved or lonely.

Lilly andSandywent to the same public school on the outskirts of the big City. They saw each other several times, but they never said a word to each other. Both simply seemed to be too different to be in the same circle.

Schools can be a very harsh place and no matter if you are one of the popular girls like Lilly or one of the “unseen” ones like Sandy, everyday can bring its own problems with them and in some cases it takes a friendship of two very unlikely people to make it all work out ok.

It was a day like any other school day, at least so it seemed in the beginning, when Lilly andSandyarrived at Sullivan High. Lilly surrounded by her “inner circle” andSandystuck with her nose in one of her favorite books. Neither of them saw the strange package sitting in front of the big Entrance Doors as they went to their lockers. This package had been delivered early in the morning before anyone was due to arrive. It was a boring looking package, no markings or writing on it. Just a brown wrapped box big enough to maybe hold a pair of shoes inside. 

If you could have seen with otherworld eyes you would have noticed a strange glow coming from it which seemed to pulse with life. Of course being human you didn’t see such things.

Math class pretty much followed the same routine as always, with Mrs. Miller collecting the homework assignments from the day before and springing a pop quiz on the students to much groaning from everyone. Lilly, not being someone who really ever felt as is rules belonged to her too, copied of her “smart” friend Emily. She liked to keep Emily around for just that reason even so the girl was nothing too look at otherwise or come from a family that would buy her fancy things. When the other girls questioned Lilly why Emily was allowed to be part of the inner circle she would simply smile at them and snicker: “She has her uses!” and wave any further questions away.

Sandyset quietly on her corner desk and concentrated on the questions, trying her best to score well.  Within 15 minutes she had all the questions answered and was just walking up to Mrs. Millers desk to turn it in when the door opened and a boy from 10th Grade carried the little brown package inside.  He had been late for school and running up the steps almost tripped over it. Since it had no writing on it and Mrs. Millers room was the closest to the entrance he had decided just to drop it of with her and let her deal with it.

Mrs. Miller took the package, sent the boy on his way, and looked it over carefully.  She put her ear to it – no sound. She turned it over – nothing. She was just about to get up and take it to the principals’ office when the invisible green glow steadily streaming from the package wrapped itself around her stopping her from going anywhere.

She started to twitch. She started to shake. She started make low groaning noises which slowly turned into a growl of sorts. All the heads in the room popped up and the kids watched her with a mixture of amusement, concern and in some cases even horror.  Now you must remember that in this time and age children see a lot of strange things on TV and are no longer as connected to their natural instincts, otherwise they would have ran for help right away. Instead they just sat and watched as Mrs. Miller seemed to grow in size right in front of their eyes.  Her skin took on a greenish hue as if she was getting sick and her eyes took on a feverish glow.

When she spoke again her voice too had changed and instead of her usual melodic feminine voice a raspy dark voice emanated from her throat. Julian (the boy closest to the door) jumped up at this and tried to run out of the door only to find out that is was locked and ice cold to the touch. He screamed and whirled around, his eyes big and frightened. The moment he had turned he went immobile, his mouth hanging open in mid scream and his body turned as white as a sheet. Only his frightened eyes seemed to be able to move and he looked from classmate to classmate, silently begging for help.

The rest of the students started realizing that something was very wrong here and where before they thought (or maybe they even didn’t think at all) it was some sort of prank the Teacher was playing on them, they now realized something very wrong was happening.

“Turn in your papers!” Mrs. Miller roared at them and as she spoke little streams of ice flew out of her mouth. The kids sat frozen, scared to move. Sandy who had been on her way to the desk already suddenly was lifted up and drawn forward as if she was some sort of puppet under a puppeteers command. Once she was at the desk the paper just disappeared out of her hand into thin air and Mrs. Miller leaned forward to sniff at her…. “Human child – girl – intelligent – hard working – potential” she muttered under her breath.  She righted herself again and gave a big smile exposing her suddenly elongated teeth. “You may sit back down now!” she said almost pleasantly.Sandydidn’t need to be told twice, she almost ran for her little desk at the back of the class and trembled in fear.

One by one the children were drawn to her and each time the papers would disappear out of their hands, vanish into thin air. She’d lean forward, sniff at them and mumble something under her breath. When it was Emily’s turn her remarks were “human child – girl – smart – easily used – potential”. Lilly who had stood right behind Emily was the first to actually catch what this thing their Teacher had turned into was mumbling and straightened up. In her mind she would get a glowing “report” and had nothing to worry about. After all she was from a good house, her family was well off and she was the brightest among them. When it was her turn she even dared to look straight at the things face and smiled as it leaned forward to get her essence. “Human child – girl – manipulative – spoiled – popular – leader – potential” and just as she turned to right herself she added “undecided”. Lilly had caught everything but the last word and walked away proudly. She had nothing to fear she thought again. Poor Lilly!

You see where the power had come from everyone had potential no matter who you are, the question is what exactly do you have potential for? Once all the children’s measure had been taken Mrs. Miller set on her desk and looked out over them all, not really focusing on one or the other yet, just surveying them. Watching their different reactions and taking further notes inside her mind which she transferred to the power that now used her to act on its behave.

She cocked her head slightly as if listening to something only she could hear and nodded in understanding and agreement. This time when her eyes wandered over the low muttering children again it stopped on a boy named Kevin who was one of the class athletes.  “You boy, stand up now!” she commanded and pointed at him. He was always a little cocky thinking himself to be ready for anything as some young boys at that age are prone to be. He stood up, affecting an air of being “cool” and looked back at her as if to say: “Yeah what do you want?”

The moment he stood he started to shake like an aspen leaf, his entire demeanor changed and he started hunching over. A hump was starting to form on his back and his hair started growing all over. He became almost as hairy as an ape without his facial features changing. One of his legs grew about an inch and he was forced to stand slightly off kilter. When he spoke his voice now had a stutter to it. “What the hell is going on? What is happening to me? Do you know who I am? You can’t do that to me!” He yelled at the thing still the same arrogant boy he had always been.  She only smiled with her large teeth at him and responded in an even voice: “Yes, I know better than anyone else who you are. I see you clearly boy! I see you better than you do! You may leave the room and go to your practice now!” With that the door flew open and he was thrown out into the hallway in his newly altered form.

Her eyes moved along the children and this time they landed on Cashandra. Again the thing gave the order to rise and as Cashandra stood trying to avoid the teachers’ eyes she too started shaking and convulsing. When she was done she had changed from her usual dark skinned color to almost pale white, her hair had turned blond and she had become almost painfully thin. She looked down on herself in amazement and smiled. “Thank you so much! She told the thing her voice too having changed and taken on an almost husky voice.” The thing looked at her and responded: “Not everything is what it seems. Appearance alone does not give you a better life. Go now child and experience your desires!” With that the door once more was thrown wide open and when the now changed Cashandra walked out with her head held high and a bounce in her steps, she walked into a place far removed from where she used to be.

Of course none of the other children realized that each time the door opened they would no longer be in their own school, their own city or even their own universe. Far from it, each would have left everything behind and now had to live with what they were turned into, for better or worst, they were going to meet their true potential now.

One by one the children were changed. Some into hideous looking creatures as they them-selves would have viewed those looking this way, others into beautiful people which they always dreamed of being. Yet others grew younger, others much older. Each was changed depending on their true potential, their thoughts, behavior or desires. The thing gave them exactly what they either wanted or needed to send them out into the universe without help from family or friends to experience what they had focused their minds on so many times.

What they didn’t know was that those were tests. Would they pass the tests and be able to learn from them, they would be returned to this room and be once more transformed into their original self. Should they fail, well that was different story.

When it was time for Lilly andSandyto be transformed she gathered the girls in front of her side by side and looked intently from one to the other. Both girls almost froze as she did. Neither shook like the rest, but instead paled.  Lilly’s hair lost its gloss and her skin started being marked by pimples. Her figure grew rounder and her clothe no longer fit perfectly. Her eyes grew larger in her face and turned an eerie red. Her voice was gone and she could no longer speak. She had been struck mute.Sandybecame larger, her body too changed and lost a lot of the baby fat, the glasses she had worn all her life disappeared and left her seeing very little. Her hair become longer and lustrous, her clothing changed to purest silk and framed her new figure to perfection.  Her skin took on a glow that could be seen from many yards away and made her appear almost like a beacon shining in the dark. When their transformation was done the thing spoke to them: “You are both flawed both imperfect and yet you are each others strength. Where one fails, the other is strong. You must seek to see good where you can only see something unworthy of your attention. Neither is better than the other, both have gifts. You will discover this. Now go girls!”

Together they were drawn out of the door and as they set foot into their new world they saw a city they had never seen before.  One side of the street they stood on was filled with mansions, fancy homes and expensive looking cars in the driveway. On the other side were humble homes, small cottages and often empty driveways. It was almost as if both girls’ neighborhoods had been placed here opposite of each other, Separate and yet together.

Sandyonly saw the outlines of the dwelling, the houses appearing like huge shadows to her, but her hearing had grown powerful. She could hear the smallest sounds it seemed and the voices of the many families living inside. She heard words of love, words of hatred, words of fear and worries. She heard laughter and crying. Nothing was hidden from her hearing. She felt overwhelmed and scared. For the first time in her life she felt isolated and apart.

Lilly saw the splendor of the mansions and felt her heart quicken. She saw the homes of the lesser people as she saw them and a sneer of disgust fell over her face. Suddenly she doubled over in pain. She could feel everything any of the beings inside each house felt. She felt pride, anguish, fear, happiness, doubt, loneliness, and more. Even the smallest emotion or pain was magnified in her. She couldn’t stand all those different emotions all at ones and couldn’t even scream her pain out to release the pressure this raised in her.

Lilly, who of course could see perfectly with her bigger eyes, started walking away and leavingSandystanding all alone, scared and confused.Sandycouldn’t see enough to walk safely forward and stood frozen. She had seen Lilly’s shadow moving away from her and called out for her to please wait. Lilly tried to ignore her and mutter under her breath that she be damned to be shoulder withSandyas a burden. She didn’t want to be seen with someone prettier than her.Sandyheard this and an instant surge of pain and anger flushed through her. Lilly felt the pain and the angerSandywas experiencing and flinched. The further she walked away fromSandythe stronger those feelings got in her until she couldn’t move another step.

Just than two women came out of their houses opposite from each other and walked towards each other on the street. They greeted each other with a smile and a hug. Two complete opposites from two seemingly different worlds and took each others hand. “Are you ready for the day Sister mine?” They asked in unison and each in turn nodded their heads. “Then let’s go about our day and do together what we could not do apart!” They said and walked down the street.

Lilly had seen this andSandyhad heard it. Lilly had seen how different both women had looked and said softly. “Strange, there is no way they could be sisters. They look completely different, they come from different homes, and they don’t belong together.”Sandyheard what Lilly said (which of course was inaudible to anyone else) and her feeling of confusing matched the words of wonder that Lilly spoke.

In the meantimeSandyhad taken small steps, weary and fearful towards Lilly. With each step she came closer the pain and anger Lilly had felt coming fromSandylessened. Of course Lilly who was used to thinking about nobody but herself didn’t fully realize that just yet and started walking again. Sandy who had always known how to take care of others, but had secretly felt a lot of pain at being always the one that had to take care of everything for everyone else, turned even more angry and hurt. She thought to herself. Why can’t anyone ever do something nice for me when I need them? This feeling was so debilitating that it hit her like a wave and she couldn’t take a single step further. She stood with big tears running down her eyes and the light grew even brighter around her until it become almost blinding.

Lilly too stopped, not being able to move forward She felt Sandy’s pain and a slew of other emotions from the people who had come out of the doors left and right from their houses.  The watched the two girls and shook their heads. Their feelings were so extremely negative that poor Lilly thought she was going to throw up.  

A pair of men approached her from opposite side and as they drew closer together their emotions evened out. She noticed the change in them with confusion of their own. When they had reached her they shook hands first and smiled. “Good day brother, are you ready for the day ahead?” They said in unison just like the women had spoken as if each had known the thoughts of the other or as if this was some strange ritual they had to undergo. The both nodded and turned as one to Lilly. “Where is your sister child? The one on the left asked her sternly. “Why do you leave your sister behind child?” The one on the right asked her with a frown.

Poor Lilly could only glare at them and shake her head. She tried to speak, but nothing but a bunch of sounds came out. Of courseSandycould hear and understand her, where nobody else could. “I don’t have a sister, so how could I leave her behind. What do you want from me you? What is this place?” Sandyfelt a moment of pity for Lilly knowing she could not speak and so perhaps anger those men. There was no way that Sandy could see that both men looked big and angry enough to be able to hurt Lilly should they set their mind to it.

“Disobedient child.” The one on the right roared. “Selfish brat” the one on the left yelled. All along the road the voices of the people grew louder adding their own thoughts to those statements. Only one pair of women, two old crones, did not chime in, but remained silent and calm.

Their silence and peace were like an Oasis in the storm of hatred and anger around both girls.

… to be continued!

This happened so many years ago that it is now just a lovely memory, but one I would love to share with all of you out there.

Back than I was nothing more than a little witchlet in training and skeptical about everything. Yes those lovely little years of 8 thinking you are 30. You know those years when everyone wants to tell you that Santa Claus or Father Christmas as he is known in some regions of the world is not real and you are at that age when you are already starting to doubt the "Fairy Tales" you grew up on.

At least I hope you had the chance to grow up with Fairy Tales. I did and they ended up helping me through some pretty tough spots later on in life. Those are other stories so.

It was getting very close to Christmas and although I am a Witch we always celebrated both Winter Solstice and Christmas in my house even as I grew up. My family was Christian and my Mentor was a wonderful Strega who taught me a lot over the years.

The snow was falling softly and was covering the earth in a beautiful glittering blanket of white. The trees in our orchard were glad in little batches of white and I was sitting on one of the sturdier middle branches in one of our Apple Trees looking out on the white world so peacefully spread out before me.

I was holding one of my old stuffed bunnies and snuggled it close, feeling a little sad and missing my Opa who had died not long before that. As I sat there feeling a bit forlorn, I noticed an old man with a huge sack slung over his back drudging through the snow. Now even back than you don’t usually see a man walking around with a big burlap sack slung over his shoulder.

He was dressed in earth colors, browns and greens, with a beard the color of slightly dirtied snow. His load seemed to be heavy and his steps were slow but firm as he made his way across our land behind the family home.

In a flash my curiosity won out and me being the nosey little witch I was slid down from the tree and ran across the field towards him. He saw me coming and stopped. I almost couldn’t stop and went crashing into him so fast and hard had I run across the slippery ground. I did manage so with my arms flailing wildly in the air.

“Who are you Grandfather?” I asked. Seems odd to you that I would address a stranger as Grandfather? Don’t let it bother you, it is a form of politeness and reference brought against an elder of distinguished years where I come from and how I was raised back than. He surely fit both. He was much older than I had expected and his age was very hard to guess for one as young as I was. He held himself upright so and his eyes shone out of his weathered face both bright and friendly.

“Why don’t you know little one?” He smirked at me? “Do I not look familiar to you?” He asked me with a smile on his lips.

“No Grandfather, I have never seen you before!” I answered shaking my head side to side to make my point.

“Look at my closer child and remember where you may have seen my likeness before!” He stood even taller and looked down on me with a patient expression on his face.

I thought of all the people I had met in our little township and he did not fit any of them. I thought of all the Uncles who would visit us from time to time during the Christmas Season and he did not resemble any of them either. I stood frowning to myself, trying very hard to pull up a memory he was sure I should have until suddenly I saw a vague image of a drawing from a book my Opa used to read to me tried to emerge.

Have you ever had a thought that was right there at the back of your mind, but you can’t quiet reach it? That is what it felt like.

“Grandfather you are nobody I know from those around me or in my family, but you do remind me of a picture I saw when my Opa was still alive. Only I can’t remember what the picture was of.” I flushed red, embarrassed to not be able to remember fully.

“Yes Child a drawing in a book, maybe my likeness on a statue? Maybe you have seen me in my other forms?”

Again this puzzled me, but suddenly it hit me.

“Yes Grandfather you remind me of the tales of Father Christmas!” I cried out in jubilation. Than my face turned serious once more and with all the indignation of someone sure they knew everything I continued: “But Father Christmas is not real! He is just a story grown ups tell to their children to make them mind all year!”

At that the old man threw his head back and bellowed in laughter. It was such a boisterous laugh, such a jolly laugh which came deep from the very belly of him, that I could not help but to smile.

“Is that so child! Are you so certain that you can not trust your own eyes than? Do I not look like Father Christmas?”

I thought about that for a moment and looked at him again carefully. He had the beard, the white hair, the browns and greens of clothing. He carried the burlap sack. All that was true, but it was not Christmas for another week yet and he was walking about in our Orchard. That surely couldn’t be right and I told him so with my little hands on my hips.

“Look into my sack than child and tell me what you see!” With that he set it on the ground and opened it wide for me.

If you would expect to see toys you would be wrong. What I found instead where letters – hundreds and hundreds of letters written in hand writing not much better than mine. Some of them were addressed to Santa Claus others to Father Christmas, yet another batch was written to Saint Nick.

I looked at him quizzically. “Grandfather why are you picking up all those letters and where did you get them from?” This was getting odder and odder by the moment.

“Well how did you think I would get those letters if I don’t go all over the world and pick them up child?” He answered me patiently and waited.

“I always thought they would sort of appear to you by magic I guess. At least that is what we are always told, or that Knecht Ruprecht picks them up on Advent Day from our shoes placed outside the door.

Father Christmas only nodded to that and patted my head gently. Encouraged I continued. “So if they do not appear by magic at your home and Knecht Ruprecht does not pick them up, how do you manage to pick up the letters of all the children from all over the world and still get all the toys done and delivered on Christmas Night?”

“Knecht Ruprecht does pick them up for me and he leaves behind either Coal or a small gift does he not? He packs them all up in a big sack in each Town all over the world and leaves it in a sacred place for me to collect later. I walk upon the earth devoid of time and space, with other words while I walk about time stops for me and what appears like hours is not even a second gone by!”

Now that was enough for little me and I just guffawed at him out open. He had almost had me there.

“Do you have a watch child?” He asked me and I nodded. “Look upon it and mark the time well.” I did and saw that it had grown to be 4 pm in the afternoon.

“Good!” he said and pulled asked me. “Now it is my turn to ask you a few questions Regina.” At no time had I told him my name and I gasp out loud.

“Why do you not belief in me any more? Are you not a child of magic and nature? Do you not recognize a spirit of kindness and good will when you encounter it? Did your Priestess not teach you to see beyond the veil of reality as most mortal beings see it? Have you not yet learned that there many more things between us and the world above and below than human mind can explain?”

At that I lowered my eyes chastened and could not answer.

 “Why were you sitting in the tree than child with tears on your cheek?” He asked more kindly.

“My Opa died this year and I miss him so. I miss him every day. I once saw him sitting in this tree, saying good bye to me. I thought that maybe if I climbed this tree he would come again, but instead you appeared.” I answered softly.

Father Christmas nodded and asked. “Do you belief me real yet child?” I didn’t know, I truly did not know, yet it become harder and harder to doubt him.

“Look at your clock than, it should have moved should it not?”

I did and not a second had passed. When I looked up again he was gone. Instead of the old wizened man was a red rose lying in the snow. I picked it up and wept hot tears. This single red rose – any single red rose – meant absolute love to me. I had left a single red rose like this on the grave of my Opa when he was buried and it had stayed alive for 3 months before it finally withered and died.

No matter how much you may doubt in things you can not see my little and big friends let me tell you as I once was reminded. There are more things between the earth we walk upon and above as well as below, than the human mind can comprehend. Father Christmas is alive and well – he is now and always will be the spirit of human kindness and caring. You can find him wherever you seek him if you only know what to look for.

I saw him with my young eyes as the drawing in the books my Opa had read to me over and over again. I saw him like that because I could comprehend it that way. You may see him as something different. You may even see him in the eyes of your Mother, Father or Grandparents. Maybe they are in the eyes of someone who has taken care off you and protected you. One thing is for sure so, as long as there is still kindness and love in this world, Father Christmas is still alive.

XOXO Aunty Witch

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