Bedtime Story: Reindeer training. With Bailey the Elf.

Bedtime Story: Reindeer training. With Bailey the Elf.

Find out what happens when Bailey the Elf receives a magical letter from Santa Claus inviting Bailey to his very first reindeer training session.

Christmas is a magical time. Mummies get to give treats, hugs and kisses. Daddies get to put up Christmas decorations and play Christmas music. Children get to play games and have more fun than at any other time of the year. And Elves. Well, Elves get up to all sorts of fun things! If you think you enjoy Christmas, you haven’t seen anything until you’ve seen what Elves get up to at this magical time of year.

Bailey was one such Elf. Every morning Bailey would wake with a spring in his step and a smile on his face. It was December, at the North Pole, the best time to be an Elf!

Bailey started the day by brushing his teeth, beard and shoes. He would look out of his bedroom window, through the frost kissed glass at the falling snow and sparkling, frozen forest outside.

On Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays and Thursdays, Bailey helped Santa in the toy factory. He made all kinds of wonderful toys for the children on Santa’s nice list. Bailey made bikes, scooters, dollies, prams, computer games and even game consoles. There was nothing that he couldn’t make.

Bailey especially loved Friday’s at the North Pole. Friday was known as “Fun Friday” when all his friends would come to play.

They would play Hide and Seek, Chase, Duck Duck Goose and The Floor Is Lava.

They would drink milkshakes, fizzy pop and hot chocolate topped with whipped cream.

They would eat fizzy sweets, jelly, ice cream and marshmallows dipped in chocolate.

They would tell stories about pirates, dinosaurs, princesses and unicorns. I even heard Bailey tell a story about when he saved the Tooth Fairy from a big scary lion.

Then, one Friday, Bailey woke to find a letter from Santa at the side of his bed. The letter from Santa read, “Dear Bailey, Head Elves Jingle and Jangle cannot make reindeer training today. Would you like to help me train the reindeer?”

Bailey could not believe his eyes. He read the letter from Santa over, and over, and over, each time becoming more and more excited.

In a flash, Bailey had brushed his teeth, beard and boots and was dressed and heading to the reindeer stable. Butterflies of excitement filled his tummy and what started as a walk quickly turned into a skip. Then a jog. And then a run as he couldn’t contain his excitement. Word spread fast and his friends cheered and high-fived Bailey as he passed through Santa’s Grotto and on towards the reindeer stable.

Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donner and Blitzen we’re already playing in the snow when Bailey arrived. Bailey could hear Santa laughing and talking to someone in the stable. It was a young, new reindeer that Bailey hadn’t seen before.

“This is Rudolph.” Explained Santa. “Rudolph is my new reindeer. He hasn’t flown before so today we are going to practice take offs.”

“First,” said Santa, “We are going to show Rudolph how it’s done.”

Bailey watched as Santa saddled up the other reindeer and prepared them for take off.

The reindeer lined up and one after another their hooves began to sparkle with magic and the cold, crisp air began to shake as they galloped out onto the snowy field. The cold air turned warm with Christmas magic as one by one the reindeer soared into the clear, bright morning sky.

Bailey turned to Rudolph and asked, “Wow! Do you think you can do that Rudolph?”.

“I’m not sure.” he replied, “I’m scared of heights.”

“I heard a story once,” started Santa, “A story about an Elf that was scared of lions but was very brave and saved the Tooth Fairy from one once. Do you know that story Bailey?”.

Bailey blushed. He did know that story. He knew it very well.

Bailey told Rudolph all about the time the Tooth Fairy invited him to go with her to collect a tooth from a big, scary, lion. And how the lion woke when they were pulling the tooth from below his big fluffy pillow. Bailey told Rudolph how scared he was.

“I was really scared. And then I took a few deep breaths to calm myself.” Explained Bailey.

“Deep breaths?” Asked Rudolph.

“Yes, as I breathed, I got calmer and I began to believe in myself. I told myself how good I was at everything from making toys to having fun. And the more I believed in myself, the braver I became.”

Rudolph thought about Bailey’s story as he left the stable. He listened to the crunch of fresh snow as he walked out onto the field and began to take deep breaths to calm his nerves. As he became calmer, Rudolph began to believe. His hooves began to twinkle and sparkle with Christmas magic. The more he believed, the stronger the magic became until Rudolph couldn’t resist the urge to run. Again, the cold, crisp morning air became warm as Rudolph ran and with a flash of magic Rudolph took off!

He soared through the sky laughing with excitement as the other reindeer joined him.

“Thank you.” Said Santa to Bailey.

“What for?” Asked Bailey.

“For believing in yourself and helping Rudolph believe in himself.”

Bailey looked at the floor, proud and with a smile on his face.

“If you believe in yourself, anything, even magic, is possible.” Said Santa.


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Bedtime story: Evie’s last-minute letter to Santa

Bedtime story: Evie’s last-minute letter to Santa

When Evie moves to a new house on Christmas Eve she’s worried Santa won’t be able to find her. Can a last-minute letter to Santa save the day? 

Evie stood on the driveway of their new home with her Dad Max. They each had an enormous bag of shopping, full of potatoes and carrots, cranberry sauce, yucky Brussels sprouts (which Dad had put in and Evie had tried unsuccessfully to take out) and best of all a big turkey under Dad’s arm.

‘So, what do you think of the house?’

Evie thought carefully. It was a very nice house, with a pretty red front door and a neat little garden at the front.  Beyond that was a big slope covered in snow that Evie was already planning to sledge and slip and slide down all holiday.

‘I like it,’ Evie said.

‘Good, me too. And your room here is much bigger than your old room.’ 

Evie jumped up to ring the doorbell and a moment later her other dad; Daddy Tom, answered the door. He was wearing a blue woolly hat and a Christmas jumper with a bright green cracker on the front. 

‘Hey! Here’s my happy shoppers,’ Daddy said excitedly. 

Evie ran into the lounge expecting to see their usual Christmas tree all lit up and the blue fairy sitting with her wand at the top of the tree. 

But there were no lights, no fairy, not even a tree. And no tree meant there weren’t any presents sitting underneath, nor any colourful tinsel and no stockings hung up either.

Instead, there were lots and lots of boxes. They were boring brown cardboard moving boxes. Each of them had been written on in Daddy’s big loopy handwriting saying things like ‘kitchen’ and ‘clothes’ and ‘office’.  Not a single one of them was wrapped up and none of them looked like presents 

‘Oh,’ Evie said sadly.

‘What’s wrong?’ Daddy asked.

‘I thought the tree would be up, with the fairy, and the lights and the stockings.’

Her daddies both had worried looks on their faces. 

‘Well, this Christmas things might have to be a little different. We didn’t think we’d be moving on Christmas Eve and I’m not sure we’ll find all the decorations in time, ’ said Daddy. 

Evie wasn’t sure she liked the big new house after all, even though it had a pretty red door and a slope perfect for sledging. It really would be nice to have a big new room, but right now she’d be happy with her own little room if it meant they could have a proper Christmas.

Then suddenly Evie had a horrible thought. They hadn’t planned to move before Christmas, it had all been very quick and very hurried. 

‘Oh no,’ Evie said. ‘Santa won’t know I’m here. When I wrote my letter I didn’t tell him we were moving. Then last week I had my letter from Santa and it came to the old house. He won’t know we’ve moved.’ 

 ‘We’ll write Santa another letter,’ Dad said. It’s still early and his elves will be looking out for any last-minute changes. We’ll send it from this chimney and then he’ll know where you are!’

‘And while you and Dad are doing that I’ll see what decorations I can find,’ Daddy said, as he pointed at the big pile of brown boxes.

Evie pulled some colouring pens from her little purple backpack and Dad found her a big sheet of paper. She started her letter ‘Dear Santa’ and told him all about their new house so the reindeer could find it. Then she added that she hoped Santa would still be able to come, as so far they had no presents and no stockings and no fairy on top of a tree and it was looking like a very sad Christmas for all of them.

When she finished her letter she handed it to Dad and he folded it up and blew a magic kiss on to the paper before putting it in the new fireplace.

‘What now?’ Evie asked.

‘Well, now we have to wait,’ Dad said. ‘But you can’t watch your letter, as if Santa sends one of his elves to fetch it they won’t want to be seen.’

‘So what do we do while we’re waiting?’ Evie asked.

‘How about we drive into town? We could look for a tree.’ Daddy said.

It was a good idea. Daddy had been looking in boxes all the time Evie had been writing her letter. He’d found a toaster, Evie’s yellow summer dress, three welly boots, a basketball, four boxes of books and a set of golf clubs, but no decorations.

The town was busy with lots of people doing last-minute Christmas shopping. Evie had to hold both her daddies’ hands so that she didn’t get lost in the crowd. In the middle of the street, there was a big brass band playing carols. Towering over them was a giant Christmas tree with shiny green baubles and pink and yellow lights.

‘Can we get a tree like that?’ Evie asked.

‘Maybe one a little smaller,’ Daddy said laughing.

They looked around the shops trying to find a tree. The first two shops had sold out and it was nearly an hour before Dad found a little plastic tree in a squashed red cardboard box. 

‘I’m sorry Evie, I think this is the best we can do.’

Evie picked out some purple tinsel and a box of stripy candy canes and a little pink angel that was nowhere near as nice as their normal fairy.

On the drive home, both her daddies were singing along loudly to the Christmas songs on the radio. Evie knew they were trying to cheer her up but it just wasn’t the same. She missed Christmas in their old home. 

When they got back to the house Evie was first through the front door to see if her letter was still in the chimney place.

She didn’t get as far as the chimney before she stopped exactly where she was and looked all around her.

The brown boxes had all disappeared and in their place were all the things from their old home. The bookshelves were standing in the corner full of books, the coats were all neatly hung on the coat rack and the dining table had appeared fully laid for dinner.

Hanging from the chimney was a neat row of red stockings with their names written on in green: Evie, Max, Tom. 

Next to the chimney place was an enormous Christmas tree covered in baubles and thick bushy tinsel. On top was the blue fairy and all around the bottom of the tree were shiny red paper presents.

Evie’s letter had gone. Instead, there was another letter in its place, with Evie’s name on it in silvery glittery writing. It was a letter from Santa!


Dear Evie, 

Thank you for your letter and for telling me all about your new home. Don’t worry – my reindeer know the way and it’ll be much easier for me now you have that nice big chimney place. 

As for your tree, I do hope you’ll like the one Mrs Claus picked out for you – she always chooses ours. And I’ve asked some of my best elves to help your daddies with the unpacking so you can have a lovely Christmas.



Evie ran back to the door to show her daddies the letter. They were still looking around the room in surprise. 

‘Did you…?’ Daddy asked.

‘No.’ Dad said, ‘I was with you both the whole time. And you didn’t?’

‘No, but then who?’ Daddy said.

At this Evie burst out laughing. It was funny how her daddies could be so silly at times. 

‘It was Santa of course, I asked him in my letter and now everything is finished, we can have the best Christmas ever.’ 

And that’s exactly what they did. The next day Evie woke to find that not only had Santa found them, but he had left them lots of lovely presents. Later Daddy cooked the best Christmas dinner anyone had ever had and because there was no unpacking to do they played games and sung songs and watched movies all day long.


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Bedtime story: Violet and the letter from Santa

Bedtime story: Violet and the letter from Santa

Find out how a fairy called Violet and a letter from Santa changed Christmas for a naughty little boy…

It was a wonderfully warm and pleasant day in late summer. The sun was shining through a perfectly clear blue sky and a gentle breeze carried the elegant scent of flowers through the air.

Violet rested in the rich green grass with a cool, homemade lemonade. “Ahhh…” said Violet as she gently fluttered her wings in the warm sunlight. Violet had spent the morning tending to her garden, which was perfect in every way. The flowers that lined the walkways were big, colourful and danced with butterflies and the Honeysuckle and Snapdragons were full of honeybees happily going about their day.

Violet sat, thinking about how she started the garden with a single acorn. That acorn was now a towering, 400 year old oak tree.

400 years? I hear you ask. Well, yes, didn’t I mention that Violet was a Garden Fairy? And not just any Garden Fairy. Violet was over 400 years old, so she had a lot of friends. From Gus the Robin who visited her garden every day to Buddy the Elf who would invite her to Lapland as summer drew to a close. In fact, in these last few days of summer, Violet was very excited to see all her friends in Lapland. So excited, she decided to leave early this year.

As Violet began to pack her warm clothes, she heard a loud CRASH and BANG coming from next door. And the muffled sound of squabbling. It sounded like Max, the little boy next door was being naughty again.

About 4 weeks ago, Violet was washing the dishes when she heard Max shouting at his little sister “No, you can’t play with my toys because they are MINE!”

Then maybe 3 weeks ago, Violet heard Max arguing with his daddy “I don’t want dinner, I want SWEEEEEETS!”

And 2 weeks ago, Violet was getting ready for bed when Max began shouting “It’s not fair. I’m not tired. I’m not going to BED!”

And only last week, Violet heard Max telling his mummy “It’s your fault I drew on the wall. I was BORED!”

“Still, not to worry.” thought Violet. “By the time I get back from Lapland, maybe Max will be a good boy”. And with a flick of her wings and a flash of magic, PING, Violet was on her way to Lapland.

When Violet arrived at Lapland she could see her breath in the cold, crisp air and hear the crunch of fresh snow under her feet. She could see Yule Lodge lit up in fairy lights of all colours and the reindeer flying high on the horizon playing hide and seek in the clouds.

Violet could smell freshly cooked doughnuts, cinnamon and sweet treats. She could hear laughter, Christmas music and a voice she recognised instantly.

“Helloooooooo!” called Buddy The Elf from the top window of Santa’s Grotto. Violet flew up to the window and gave Buddy a big hug.

“I’m so glad you are here!” exclaimed Buddy, “The Nice List is the longest I’ve ever seen so Mrs Claus has asked me to help her with it!”

“That’s wonderful!” Said Violet. “Do you need an extra pair of hands?”

“Yes please. Would you be able to look after the Naughty List and report back to Santa?” Said Buddy.

And with that Violet got to work checking the names on the Naughty List. She worked through the names in alphabetical order. A’s, B’s, C’s there were no D’s, and before she knew it, she was on the “M”s. As she looked over the M’s, her heart broke as she saw Max, the little boy from next door was on the Naughty List. Violet closed the Naughty List and a tear rolled down her cheek and onto the oak table where it sat sparkling in the candle light.

“Tell me Violet, why are you crying?” Came a warm, gentle voice from across the room.

Violet looked up and was amazed to see Santa, dressed in his red and white robe, standing in the doorway with his big fluffy slippers on.

“Santa…” started Violet, “I know a little boy on the Naughtly List. His name is Max. I know he can be naughty but on Christmas morning, will he really not receive any presents?”

“Only good little boys and girls can receive a present on Christmas morning.” Explained Santa.

“Santa, is it too late for Max. If he was a good boy from now until Christmas, could he get onto the Nice List?” Asked Violet.

“I tell you what.” Santa began, “If I write to Max and ask him to be a good boy for this mummy and daddy, could you deliver the letter for me?”

“Yes, definitely! I’ll take it tonight!”

And with that, Santa pulled up a chair at the table and popped on his glasses. Two elves, Jingle and Jangle, entered the room. One with a piece of paper, the other with Santa’s special pen. Santa got to work writing Max his very own letter from Santa.

The letter from Santa explained that Max had been a good boy, but he needed to try harder.

“What do you think Max needs to work on?” Asked Santa.

“Playing nicely with his sister and sharing his toys.” Said Violet.


“Erm, I know. Making sure he eats all of his dinner.”


“What about… going to bed when mummy and daddy say it’s bedtime?”

“That’s a good one” Said Santa. “Check.”

“And lastly, respecting his home and not drawing on the walls.”


The letter from Santa was signed, popped into an envelope and handed to Violet. Violet only had enough magic to make one trip. She knew she couldn’t come back to Lapland again this year, but without hesitation and with a flick of her wings and a flash of magic, PING, Violet was back in her garden.

Of course, Violet delivered the letter from Santa to Max. She waited until midnight and flew down the chimney, leaving the letter to be found on the fireplace that very next morning.

I guess you’re wondering if Max made it onto the Nice List? Well, it was a close one, until 9pm on Christmas Eve when a little sister who was scared of the dark asked her big brother if she could sleep in his bed with him. No one knew of the conversation between brother and sister but when mummy and daddy saw Max and Fiona cuddled up fast asleep that night, Max’s name magically appeared on a present in Santa’s sleigh.


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Another fantastic review of our letter from Santa Claus!

Another fantastic review of our letter from Santa Claus!

Another great review of our personalised letter from Santa Claus. This time from the wonderful Louise at Birds and Lillies. Read it here.

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Great review of our Santa letter by Beth from Twinderelmo

Great review of our Santa letter by Beth from Twinderelmo

A personalised Santa letter? Who better to give an honest review of our wonderful Santa letters than Beth from Twinderelmo. Check out Beth’s review here.

Twinderelmo is a parenting and lifestyle blog established in October 2013. Twinderelmo has worked with a large number of high profile brands such as MatalanPink LiningBritaxLeapFrog and Bluestone as well as being selected as Butlin’s ambassadors for 2016 and part of the 2017/18 Netflix Stream Team.

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What did Two Tiny Terrors think of our Santa Letter?

What did Two Tiny Terrors think of our Santa Letter?

In case you missed it, find out what Two Tiny Terrors thought of our Santa letter here. The wonderful Two Tiny Terrors blog is written by a pre-schooler mum of two and covers all aspects of family and home life. The blog was launched in 2014 and has been a great success ever since.

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Award winning HonestMum review of our letter from Santa!

Award winning HonestMum review of our letter from Santa!

In case you missed it, we were fortunate enough to have our letter from Santa reviewed by multi award-winning blogger, vlogger and author of Mumboss, Vicki Psarias. Vicki won Role Model of the Year at the MPower Awards and Best Baby and Parenting Blog for HonestMum at the U Blog Awards 2019, so you can be sure her review is as good as they get!

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Bedtime Story: Brooke gets a letter from Santa

Bedtime Story: Brooke gets a letter from Santa

Brooke loves Christmas. And ice cream. But what happens when Santa send Brooke a letter from Santa inviting her for ice cream on Christmas Day…

Just like you, and just like me, Brooke loves Christmas time. She loves decorating the house with Mummy. She loves watching Christmas movies with her brother. She loves helping to make hot chocolate, topped with whipped cream, marshmallows and chocolate sprinkles with Daddy. She loves playing games with her grandparents by the warm light of the Christmas tree when they visit for Christmas dinner. 

But there is one thing that Brooke loves just as much, if not more than, Christmas. And that was ice cream.

Ice cream? Yes, that’s right. Strawberry ice cream. Vanilla ice cream. Mint ice cream. Chocolate ice cream. Brooke loved them all. But she couldn’t decide on her favourite.

Last Christmas, just as Mummy was about to call everyone to the table for dinner, something magical happened.

As the log fire crackled and popped and Christmas music played, as the fairy lights danced and snow fell, a magical, red envelope appeared in the Christmas tree. It had Brooke’s name on it and was franked with Postmarks from the North Pole.

Curiosity got the better of Brooke. She reached up into the Christmas tree, excitedly plucking the envelope from between the shiny Christmas decorations and popped open the wax seal on the back of the envelope.

She began to read…

 “Dear Brooke, it’s with great pleasure I can announce you’ve made it onto my Nice List.” 

It was a letter from Santa! Brooke’s tummy danced with butterflies of excitement as she read on.

“Mrs Claus told me how much you love ice cream. Is that right Brooke?” 

Brooke nodded, wide eyed as she continued to read her letter from Santa.

“My elves love ice cream too. In fact, they love ice cream so much that they have built an amazing ice cream machine.”

Brooke wished she could visit the elves and see their amazing ice cream machine.

“Christmas dinner is ready.” Called Mummy from the kitchen. Brooke, couldn’t wait to show everyone her letter from Santa and tell them about the amazing ice cream machine that the elves had made. Brooke headed for the kitchen when suddenly her nose began to twitch.

“Ah. Ahh. Ahhh. Choooooooooo…!” and PING!

A bright flash of magical light dazzled Brooke. She opened her eyes and to her amazement the room was filled with Santa’s elves, his reindeer, Mrs Claus and even Santa himself! 

“As I was saying Brooke,” Santa continued “the elves have built an amazing ice cream machine. Would you like to try some ice cream?”

Brooke did. She looked at the ice cream machine but there were far too many flavours to choose from.

“What are your favourite foods?” Asked Jingle the elf. “Our amazing ice cream machine can make all sorts of yummy flavours.”

“Well,” said Brooke, “I like fish fingers.”

“Oh, our amazing ice cream machine can’t make fish finger ice cream.” Said Jingle.

“Hmmm, what about pain au chocolate?”

“No, our amazing ice cream machine can’t make pain au chocolate ice cream either” said Jangle.

“How about noodles?”


“Tomato ketchup?”



Jingle looked up. “Grapes are close to blueberries. Our amazing ice cream machine can make blueberry ice cream!”

“Yuk! That’s not even close.” Said Brooke.

“They’re both berries and they’re both purple.” Said Jingle. 

Brooke crossed her arms and shook her head. 

“What about hotdogs with mustard?” suggested Brooke.

“Or spaghetti bolognaise?”

“Or cheese sandwich!?” 

But the amazing ice cream machine couldn’t make hotdog, bolognaise or cheese sandwich flavoured ice cream.

“Chocolate?” Brooke asked.

 “Ah!” exclaimed Santa “Jangle, you gave Mrs Claus a chocolate ice cream earlier today didn’t you?”

“That was our last chocolate ice cream.” Admitted a disappointed Jangle. 

“It’s OK.” Said Brooke.

“Brooke, how about you close your eyes and I pick some amazing flavours for you to try?” Asked Santa.

Brooke closed her eyes and the elves fired up the amazing ice cream machine. It whistled, gurgled and popped into life. 

“Open wide!” Said Santa, as he put the first of the amazing flavours in Brooke’s mouth.

“Mmmmmmm!” Said Brooke. “Roast potatoes. I love roast potatoes!”

“Open wide!” Said Santa again. 

“Oh wow!” Said Brooke “Carrots, peas and gravy!”

“I’ve saved the best for last.” Exclaimed Santa.

Brooke opened wide “Mmmmmm! It’s my favourite. Roast chicken and stuffing!” cried Brooke with joy.

The elves, Mrs Claus, Santa and the reindeer laughed aloud but started to become quieter.

And quieter.

And quieter.

Brooke opened her eyes. 

“Ah, there you are!” Said Mummy, “Well done, you’ve eaten all of your Christmas dinner!” 

“I ate it all…?” Asked Brooke, confused.

“You sure did.” said Grandad.

“You’ll grow to be big and strong if you keep eating all of your dinners up like a big girl” added Nanny. 

“Would you like dessert?” Asked Daddy.

“What is it?” Brooke replied. 

“ICE CREAM, of course!” Laughed everyone.


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