Free Christmas Fairy Magic by Margaret McNamara Page A

has a secret language all her own. A little baby named Euphemia Bell, better known as Squeak.
    You might especially want to read this story if I add that it is absolutely filled with magic, and it’s about a Christmas that almost does not happen—a Christmas that is an absolute disaster . . . until Squeakie Bell discovers the most extraordinary Christmas present in all of Fairyland.
    So get yourself cozy, and wrap up warm if it’s cold outside. And then let’s see if you do go ahead and turn that page. . . .

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    â€œW hat is all this?” said Rosy.
    â€œDid Christmas come early?” asked Sylva.
    Clara pushed open the window against the snow. The beam of light grew brighter and the bell sound was even higher and more clear. The great room was bathed in a brilliant light, which dissolved into a constellation of tiny crystals. The crystals gathered in front of the roaring fire. They didn’t melt like snowflakes; instead, they swirled together in midair.
    â€œWhat is it?” asked Sylva. She had never seen such a thing before in her life.
    But Goldie had. She remembered a message like this on her ninth birthday, a very special message indeed. “It’s from Tinker Bell!” she cried.
    The moment Goldie Bell said the words “Tinker Bell,” the crystals swirled into shapes. And the shapes turned into words. And the words chimed. From Tinker Bell, they said.

    â€œTink!” cried Clara. “Is that really you?”
    Of course it’s me, the words rang. Only Tinker Bell can do things like this!
    â€œIt’s not Tink herself,” Rosy whispered. “But it’s Tink’s magic!”
    â€œLet’s listen to what she’s saying,” said Goldie. “Quick! Before the crystals disappear!”
    The words sparkled and glowed as they chimed aloud.
    Christmas is only ten days away, they said . I know you are working hard to make it the best Christmas ever. . . .
    â€œWe are!” cried Sylva.
    But now I want you to stop working and not do another thing. Because I will do everything for you this Christmas.
    â€œDoes that mean you’ll come home, Tink?” asked Sylva.
    â€œHush, Sylva,” said Clara. “It’s magic.” The words continued to appear.
    I want to treat you to the very best Christmas you could ever have, they said. I’ll bring every single present from Neverland, and a tree too—with special decorations from Peter and the Lost Boys.
    â€œAhhma!” said Squeak.
    Mind you don’t lift a finger. Leave it all to me. I’m in charge this year. See you early on the morning of December 24, if not before! Love, Tink.
    The Fairy Bell sisters watched the words Love, Tink till they faded from sight.
    Sylva was the first to speak. “Do you really think—”
    But her words were interrupted by another flash.
    PS. I will be very cross if you spoil my surprise by decorating for Christmas and making presents for one another, so PLEASE DO NOT. That means you too, Rosy. xoxo T.
    Just to be on the safe side, the sisters didn’t speak for quite a long time.
    â€œDo you think she means it?” asked Clara at last. Clara knew from experience that sometimes Tinker Bell had trouble keeping her promises.
    â€œOh, she’ll come! She’ll come for sure. And she’ll bring Christmas with her!” said Sylva. Sylva had been so young when Tink left for Neverland that she barely remembered her oldest sister. Sometimes she even forgot what Tink looked like. “I want to see her so much.”
    â€œSqueakie, aren’t you happy?” asked Rosy. But Squeakie, usually the cheeriest baby on Sheepskerry Island (or anywhere else), only gave a tiny smile.
    â€œSqueakie’s too young to know much about Christmas,” said Goldie, giving her baby sister a cuddle. “But oh my! I can only imagine what Tink will bring me from Neverland. She knows I have exquisite