Christmas Fairy Magic Read Free

the one to remind her sisters about what Tink had said, but in fairness, she felt she had to.
    â€œBecause we’ll get so many from her. I bet she’ll raid Captain Hook’s pirate ship for treasure!” said Sylva.
    â€œWhat do you think your presents from Neverland will look like, Goldie?” asked Avery. “I can’t even begin to imagine.”
    Goldie didn’t answer right away. She was still a tiny bit peeved that Tink was going to bring their tree from Neverland. Goldie had very particular ideas about what a Christmas tree should look like. Last year she’d told Rosy, “It should be taller than a fairy, shorter than a troll, a perfect triangle from top to bottom, with soft green needles and a gorgeous sprucy smell to fill up the house.” As that thought crossed her mind, she saw the absolutely most perfect Fraser fir tree right ahead of her. “Oh, this is the most beautiful tree on Sheepskerry!” she said. “It belongs in our fairy house.”

    â€œExcept we’re getting an emerald tree, from Neverland!” said Sylva.
    â€œSylva, sometimes you are so immature,” said Goldie. “They don’t have emerald trees in—”
    â€œOoh, that’s gorgeous!” said a voice that came from just behind Goldie and Sylva. “We call that one for us!” And with that, Judy Jellicoe and her sister, Julia, swooped down into the forest next to Goldie’s tree.
    â€œOh no!” said Goldie.
    â€œNot to worry, Goldie,” said Rosy. But before Rosy could even give Goldie a hug, dozens of Sheepskerry fairies filled the air and started to choose their Christmas trees.
    â€œWe call this one!” said Acorn Oak. “It’s so pretty and we’ll hang it with all our golden acorn caps.”
    â€œWe call this one!” said the Shepherd sisters together.
    On and on it went till the Christmas Tree Forest was just about empty. The Fairy Bell sisters watched the trees being cut down one by one. “We’ve been robbed ,” said Goldie.
    â€œWell, not really,” said Clara. “Sheepskerry Island is pretty full of trees.”
    â€œNot trees that have been specially grown for Christmas,” said Goldie. “Just scraggly old leftovers. What if Tink forgets to bring us one?”
    â€œWhat if she gets home and finds there’s a tree already there?” asked Rosy, although to tell the truth, she had been thinking the same thing. “Tink’s been away so long. Let’s give her a chance to do something she wants to do for us.”
    â€œIt’s only another few days till Tink comes,” said Sylva. “We can wait that long, I know we can.” She gave her sisters a bright smile. “Let’s at least get our ornaments out of the attic, in case she needs them to decorate,” she said.
    Sylva’s enthusiasm was infectious. “Good idea,” said Clara. “And how about a cup of hot peppermint tea to help us sort them all out?”
    â€œRace you!” said Sylva. “And we’ll get home faster than any of the other fairies, since we don’t have to lug home a big old Christmas tree!”
    Sylva shot off with Goldie right behind her. Clara and Rosy—with Squeak squirming in her baby carrier—followed a little more slowly.
    â€œSylva’s full of Christmas spirit,” said Rosy. “I hope Tink makes it a wonderful Christmas for her.”
    â€œI hope so too,” said Clara. But inside she added, Mostly I hope she doesn’t disappoint us all .

seven
    â€œO oh, it is so spooky up here!”
    Sylva (who had won the flying race, of course) pulled down the trapdoor to the fairy house attic and peeked into the dark.
    â€œWe’ll light a jellyfish lantern so we can see, but do be careful, Sylva,” said Clara. “I meant to clear this out last spring, but I didn’t manage to find the time. And don’t let Ginger up