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.

“Check.”

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

“Check.”

“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.”

“Check.”

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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