Free Christmas Fairy Magic by Margaret McNamara Page B

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    Sylva was so thrilled that she flew around the great room in circles at the thought of Tinker Bell being here on Sheepskerry Island. “Now I really can’t wait till Christmas,” she said. “It’s going to be the best Christmas of my entire life!”

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    T here’s nowhere quite so beautiful as Sheepskerry Island after a snowfall. The land is silent. The trees are laden down with heavy white powder that sparkles with tiny prisms of color. Fairies have wings, of course, but they all love to make the first tracks in new-fallen snow. And that’s exactly what the Fairy Bell sisters were hoping to do one week before Christmas.
    â€œThe snow’s stopped. Can we go outside, Clara?” asked Sylva.
    â€œIf you wrap up warmly, including a hat, Goldie,” said Clara.
    â€œI finally found a hat that makes me look adorable and keeps me warm,” said Goldie. “Thank goodness.”
    â€œLet’s go make snow fairies. Oh, but not you, Ginger,” said Sylva. “The snow is too deep for a kitten. You stay here where it’s warm.” Ginger scampered over to the hearth rug and licked her fur by the fire.
    â€œMind you put your wings carefully on the wing table before you go out in the snow,” said Clara. “I don’t want them to get wet. You know it’s not good for them.” Clara remembered how wet her own wings had been during the Valentine’s Games last year. “And frozen wings break right off!”
    â€œIt would have to get a lot colder before our wings broke off,” said Sylva, laughing. “But we’ll be careful!”
    Sylva helped Goldie take off her wings, and Goldie helped with Sylva’s. “Are you coming, Rosy?” Goldie asked.
    â€œI’m just bundling up Squeakie,” said Rosy. “Your wings are too little to worry about, aren’t they, Squeak?”
    â€œ Humph ,” said Squeak.
    â€œ Humph? ” said Rosy, and she laughed. “I thought that was Goldie’s favorite word.”
    â€œ Humph ,” said Goldie. “That’s not my favorite word. And besides, Squeak could be saying anything.”
    Rosy wasn’t so sure that was true. She was the closest to Squeak, looking after her every day and watching her grow and change. She had never heard a word from Squeak that she could not understand.
    â€œCome on,” said Goldie. “Let’s get outside before the winds kick up again.”
    The Fairy Bell sisters tromped out the front door of their fairy house—but they didn’t get far before they all sank into the fresh snow. “It’s all the way over my knees!” said Sylva. “Watch this!”
    She stood up straight as a board, and then fell backward. “Keep your legs together!” shouted Goldie. “That’s the way to make a perfect snow fairy.”
    â€œI already know that!” said Sylva. She spread her arms wide and fluttered them up and down. “Come on, Goldie. You make one too. And you too, Rosy. And Squeak! Tink will see them in our fairy garden when she flies overhead. One week exactly from today!”
    The four Fairy Bell sisters made dozens of snow fairies on their white-blanketed lawn. “Look at Squeakie’s!” said Rosy. She went over to where Squeak’s snow fairy was. “How did you make those wings so big, Squeak, with those tiny arms you have? Your snow fairy looks as if she’s going to get up and fly away.”

    â€œSylva! Goldie! Is that you? Everything’s so white I can barely see!”
    â€œThat’s Poppy!” said Sylva. “And Avery is right behind her.”
    The Fairy Bell sisters were friends with everyone on the island, but Poppy and Avery were special. Poppy was Sylva’s best friend—through thick and thin—and Avery was Goldie’s. The two fairies landed with a soft thud just next to the Bell sisters’ snow fairies. “These