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Dear friends,

don’t be fooled by the publishers arranging books into distinct categories, such as “fictitious” or “non-fictitious”.

Think carefully before considering this book as some fantasy. It is on your own risk as there is no guarantee after such misjudgement that Santa Claus believes you are real, therefore you might miss your Christmas presents this year. On my side, as though I have no notarized evidence,

I want to assure you, everything I had heard from fairy Fae about Santa Claus – and you shall know, fairies don’t lie – I put here for you on the paper.

I hope you have as much pleasure reading this book, as I had writing it.

Galina Nelson

All Rights Reserved ~ Galina Nelson

2018

Acknowledgements

My jingliest thank you to the dazzling Fae Fay Fai for her collaboration and inspiration. Miss Fae is a real fairy who lives in Fairland but visits me occasionally to share new tales and talks. Thank you, honey, jingles!

A special, warmest thank you to my editors and beta-readers – you rock!

Jingle, Jingle, Jingle!

How Baby Winter Decorated Birthday Cake

Do you know where Santa Claus lives? He lives not on the clouds, not among the stars, but in a two-story house with a garden and stairs to the attic. The house is suited in a little village Laponia, which is in the magical country called Fairland. Upstairs, in the attic, Santa Claus keeps his magical telescope, to look over Universe, his magical mirror, to look over Earth, and many other magical things.

This story started long, long ago, when Santa Claus was young, and his beard was not white but golden-bright, and Mrs. Claus did not look how you used to see her in pictures. She was slim, she did not wear glasses, and she did not have wrinkles on her face, but she was the same: the most loving and kind woman Santa Claus could ever find.

It happened on one lucid morning, right before baby Winter’s birthday. On the next day, she would turn five years old.

Mrs. Claus had invited friends for the party and just baked a birthday cake. When baby Winter spotted the cake sitting on the kitchen counter, ready to be decorated with sweet sparkles and snowflakes, she at once volunteered to help, and this is how she ventured. When Mrs. Claus was not looking, baby Winter licked her fingers, dipped them into the jar filled with sparkles, and then licked the sweets off her fingers. Next, again she dipped her fingers back into the jar and licked the sweets off. She continued in this fashion over and over until there were no sugary sparkles left.

When Mrs. Claus found it out, she shook her head and went to the basement, determined to get a new jar of sparkles. Then baby Winter spotted a jar of snowflakes and decided it was a good chance to taste them right away. She found them scrumptious and could not stop tasting until she had finished them all.

Now, the jar with snowflakes was empty! Mrs. Claus saw the empty jar when she returned from the basement and shook her head. “Look what you did, baby Winter! We are running out of snowflakes. You have to make new ones, or we will not have enough for your birthday.”

“But how, Mommy? I do not know how,” baby Winter said with a pout.

“You are Winter, and everything you do with love, may help. Mrs. Claus pulled one of the drawers of the kitchen’s counter and took a box of coloring pencils with paper. “Draw the snowflakes, and we will see what happens.”

At first, baby Winter did not believe she could do it, but when she drew one snowflake, it flew off the paper and straight into the jar!

“There is one snowflake, Mommy. I did it!” Winter giggled and drew more snowflakes. The new snowflakes also flew off the paper straight into the jar. It was fun!

“Snowflakes! Snowflakes!” The more baby Winter giggled, the more snowflakes flew off the paper. Soon she had filled the jar up to the top and covered the birthday cake. The cake looked like a snow castle now and Mrs. Claus set it away.

But baby Winter did not stop. She drew more snowflakes and ran with the picture to her daddy, Santa Claus. “Daddy, daddy, I am making snowflakes,” she cheered.

Santa Claus looked at the picture and said, “Ingenious! Would you like to decorate Laponia with the snowflakes?”

“Our Laponia?” baby Winter asked. “Just like the birthday cake?”

“Yep, Laponia, just like the birthday cake!”

Santa Claus smiled and held out his hand to baby Winter. “Let’s go to the attic, we need to find some magical things to get started.”

The stairs to the attic in Santa’s house were painted in all shades of gold, with every step in a different hue and all of them sparkled as starry sky.

“Watch out! There is a mess in the attic,” Missus Claus advised.

“There is great order in the mess!” Santa replied. “I prefer to keep it this way.”

“That’s right, daddy. There is great order in my room, too, and I prefer to keep it that way,” baby Winter exclaimed, on the way up the stairs.

When they had climbed all of the golden stairs and were in the attic, Santa Claus looked around. The attic was stuffed with different magical things and books that were everywhere – on the floor, on the shelves and some stuck to the ceiling. “First, we are to find the magical mirror,” Santa Claus said, “You look in the chests and in the cabinets, and I will look on the shelves,” he suggested, because he was times taller and could rich everywhere.

They started to flip over everything that could be flipped and open everything that could be opened. They made a bit more mess but could not find the magical mirror yet.

Nevertheless, baby Winter was giggling a lot because they had found other fabulous things: a magical brush that can style your hair all by itself, a magical loom with a magical sewing kit – they could make clothes just the way you ask them to, and a magical toy-chest that could make new things if you take out what was inside of it.

The brush helped baby Winter to style her hair into a quaint hairdo, and the loom started to weave fabric for a new dress out of thread that baby Winter found in the toy-chest.

As soon as the magical loom finished a spool of silver-white thread, baby Winter found a new spool of silver-blue thread in the toy-chest. After that there was a spool of golden-pink thread and then a spool of sky-blue thread and, finally, spool of pearl-colored thread. One after another, the magical loom wove the thread into beautiful sparkling fabric, and then the magical sewing kit sewed the fabric into a new dress.

“Now my new dress is ready, daddy!” baby Winter put the dress on immediately. “But where is the magical mirror?” – she had to see how she looked like in the new dress, but the mirror yet was not found.

Then Santa Claus remembered: “How could I forget? It is in my pocket!” He fetched from his pocket a tiny mirror.

Baby Winter was never sure if Santa Claus was always forgetting things or just saying so, to make it more fun – because it was always fun to look for things with him. She “Let’s look in the mirror,” Santa said. “There is my beautiful girl!” He handed the glass to baby Winter.

“Oh, my Daddy! Oh, my Mommy!” baby Winter gasped. “My hairstyle is really funky! Baby Winter liked everything funky, for it meant not just pretty, but also funny. “Look, Daddy, at all the snowflakes and sparkles in my hair! Now I want to see my new dress! Does it look pretty on me?”

She gave the mirror back to Santa. “Could you please hold it for me, Daddy?” she asked.

Santa took the mirror into his wide palms and frowned. “What can we see in such a tiny mirror? Only a little bit of the dress. Let me try to make it larger.” He sighed and, turning to the mirror, declared,

“Afna, Betra, Besser!”

The magical mirror started to grow in his hands. It became larger… and larger… and larger… and soon it was three times as wide and tall as baby Winter. Also, the mirror had a handy stand fastened to the bottom, so Santa Claus did not have to hold it anymore. He took baby Winter in his arms instead and kissed her on her cheek.

“There is my beautiful baby!” he exclaimed and let baby Winter watch her reflection in the mirror as long as she pleased. Baby Winter liked the new dress and said it was okay, which was one of her greatest compliments at that time.

“Daddy, but what about the snowflakes? I want snowflakes all over Laponia! Let’s make snowflakes!” she asked when was finished admiring the new dress.

Santa smiled, “We already did. Look out the window. There is another surprise for you!”

Baby Winter looked out the window and gasped. Sparkling and twinkling snowflakes in silver-white, silver-blue, golden-pink, and pearly, just like the colors of the new dress, were twisting in the sky-blue air.

“Let’s show up to your mother,” Santa offered, and they went down the golden staircase, straight to the loving hugs and kisses of Mrs. Claus. She took Winter in her arms and waltzed her around the room.

“What a beautiful Winter we have,” she cheered and passed baby Winter to Santa Claus. He, in turn, waltzed their daughter around the room while Mrs. Claus watched them with her heart singing “Ode to Joy.” When they were waltzing around the room, the snowflakes were waltzing outdoors, all around Laponia and all over Earth.

Snowbell and Santa Visit Aurelia

Not in Fairland but on Earth, right below Laponia, years ago, precisely right before baby Winter’s first birthday, Santa with the help of elves, fairies, and other people, built country Aurelia and it came out nearly as beautiful as Laponia.

People and animals lived in peace in Aurelia. Why wouldn’t they? Their land was bountiful, their mountains were tall, their rivers were deep, and their water was clear. Moreover, their forests were balsamic, their grains were tasty, their greens were spicy, and their flowers were flavorous.

Five years later, on the first morning of the New Year, right after baby Winter’s fifth birthday party, it was very quiet in Fairland. All the people, animals, fairies, and elves were sleeping after the celebration. They celebrated up to midnight, firing fireworks, dancing dances, singing songs and feasting feasts. Now they were all very tired.

But Santa was not tired at all. He woke up at five in the morning and went outside, to the stables, to look at his horses. Santa Claus had three hundred and sixty-five horses. You’ll never find faster and more beautiful horses in the universe; they were so fast that they could run across the universe and then around Earth and come back in just one day.