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10-tree-ff-snowangel-jpg“Faeries? Faeries, where are you??” whispers potter anxiously when she stopped by and realized the faeries haven’t had much to say here.

Whoosh…plop.  On the desk.  With a calculator of sorts.   Well, more like an abacus.  A  bit hard to describe.

“We’re doing a count of mortals who believe and mortals who wish they believed during Christmas!” reports faerie who plopped on the desk. “Gotta fly… it’s looking good. That Tinkerbell movie helped some. Do you realize,” he calls out as he whooshes towards the window, “the magical thoughts people have when they watch something like that? They may not entirely believe but they wish they did.”

And one last blurt out before he’s gone, “will you finish the book? Maybe it could be made into a movie and people will realize there is so much more from the Land of Fae than Tinkerbells and Garden Faeries!”

I’m starting a writer’s group for those wanting to finish their books. I’m participating.

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A gift for the animals this Christmas. Click, vote, done.   Faeries love us for this.

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studio-troll-turdsToday Troll prepared for his infamous additions to the Gatherings of Creative People.  Yes, the Troll Turds.  I’m afraid to announce that I discovered him eating bird’s nests and Angel’s clouds today.

Oh, Troll. What to do with you.  But then, the bird’s are not in their nests on this very very chilly day.  And the angels?  Perhaps they are so close by at Christmas time that, for the moment, they don’t need their clouds.

Certainly angel clouds must play a role in the magic that turns Troll’s turds into the scrumptious delicacies we devour on these special occasions.

And the bird’s nests? Fibre.  Making sure we have plenty to eat.

Oh num num.  I bet the guests can’t wait!

Faeries, want to tell us about the faerie wings now?  No?!  Ya, ya, I know… it’s in the novel.  Publish the novel.   You certainly nag a lot lately.

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Christmas waves a magic wand

over this world, and behold,

everything is softer and more beautiful.

–Norman Vincent Peale

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Oh my, now we are breaking the little clay bodies.  Do you think she’ll ever get that she just needs to finish our book?  Sheesh, I kind of feel bad about that one. It’s Evalee’s ornament!  Well, at least we didn’t break it again after it was repaired. Surely, “potter-must-finish-writing” got the message wtihout us breaking more of our clay treasures!

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“Faeries”, whispers potter, “let’s help to share this beautiful message.. Look? You’re in it!”   Faeries giggle. Potter realizes that really it was them that inspired her to include this.  They are like that sometimes.  
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Eight-year-old Virginia O’Hanlon wrote a letter to the editor of New York’s Sun, and the quick response was printed as an unsigned editorial Sept. 21, 1897. The work of veteran newsman Francis Pharcellus Church has since become history’s most reprinted newspaper editorial, appearing in part or whole in dozens of languages in books, movies, and other editorials, and on posters and stamps.
 

 

DEAR EDITOR: I am 8 years old.
Some of my little friends say there is no Santa Claus.
Papa says, ‘If you see it in THE SUN it’s so.’
Please tell me the truth; is there a Santa Claus?

VIRGINIA O’HANLON.
115 WEST NINETY-FIFTH STREET.

VIRGINIA, your little friends are wrong. They have been affected by the skepticism of a skeptical age. They do not believe except [what] they see. They think that nothing can be which is not comprehensible by their little minds. All minds, Virginia, whether they be men’s or children’s, are little. In this great universe of ours man is a mere insect, an ant, in his intellect, as compared with the boundless world about him, as measured by the intelligence capable of grasping the whole of truth and knowledge.

Yes, VIRGINIA, there is a Santa Claus. He exists as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy. Alas! how dreary would be the world if there were no Santa Claus. It would be as dreary as if there were no VIRGINIAS. There would be no childlike faith then, no poetry, no romance to make tolerable this existence. We should have no enjoyment, except in sense and sight. The eternal light with which childhood fills the world would be extinguished.

Not believe in Santa Claus! You might as well not believe in fairies! You might get your papa to hire men to watch in all the chimneys on Christmas Eve to catch Santa Claus, but even if they did not see Santa Claus coming down, what would that prove? Nobody sees Santa Claus, but that is no sign that there is no Santa Claus. The most real things in the world are those that neither children nor men can see. Did you ever see fairies dancing on the lawn? Of course not, but that’s no proof that they are not there. Nobody can conceive or imagine all the wonders there are unseen and unseeable in the world.

You may tear apart the baby’s rattle and see what makes the noise inside, but there is a veil covering the unseen world which not the strongest man, nor even the united strength of all the strongest men that ever lived, could tear apart. Only faith, fancy, poetry, love, romance, can push aside that curtain and view and picture the supernal beauty and glory beyond. Is it all real? Ah, VIRGINIA, in all this world there is nothing else real and abiding.

No Santa Claus! Thank God! he lives, and he lives forever. A thousand years from now, Virginia, nay, ten times ten thousand years from now, he will continue to make glad the heart of childhood.
(source)

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“No, no, don’t do it! “ says one faerie to another as they inserted the link to the highly fun and somewhat addicting Snowflake making game.
“She’ll never finish the book if she discovers the snowflakes again! ”
Then they all laugh because really they know Potter/writer is way more creative when she gets some play time. 
“Is play time good for your creativity?” faerie asks you, reader,  in a very coacherly fashion.  A lot of the others just look at faerie confused .. they are thinking, “isn’t play time the only time?” 

Enough said,  go play.
Need a Snow Day?

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