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“This Christmas will be the perfect Christmas,” said Lily Bell one sparkling December morning. “I’ll have so many presents!”

The Fairy Bell sisters were lying on the hearth rug before a roaring fire in the great room of their fairy house. It was a blindingly sun-filled morning with fresh snow sparkling on every rooftop of the fairy village.

“Only ten more days until Christmas,” said Silver Bell. She was stroking a tiny kitten that was curled up in the crook of her arm. “We don’t know if we can wait any longer than that, do we, Ginger?” she said. Ginger purred.

“Well, you won’t have to,” said Clara. “Christmas is coming whether we’ll be ready or not.”

“I’m ready now,” said Lily.

“We’ll be patient, won’t we, Squeakie?” said Rosie Bell. She rubbed Squeak’s tummy.

“O-bee!” said Squeak.

“Why not, Squeak? Why won’t you be patient?” said Rosie. Squeak rolled over and rubbed her back on the side of her cot. “I don’t know what’s the matter with Squeak. She hasn’t been at all herself lately.”

“Maybe she’s getting a new tooth,” said Silver.

“Or she has an upset tummy,” said Clara. “Lily, have you been giving Squeak fairy chocolates again?”

“Not too many,” said Lily.

“I’m a little worried about her,” said Rosie. “Do you think—”

Just then there was a tinkling of bells outside their fairy house windows. “What’s that?” asked Clara. The bells had a tone that she recognised from long ago, but she did not want to risk saying what she thought. She flew over to open the door – and found no one there.

“Try the back door,” said Lily. “Maybe it’s Avery. She said she’d come and visit later on today.”

The tinkling sound came again. Rosie looked at Clara. Could it be?

Silver flew to the back door and opened it. “No one here, either,” she said.

Once more the bell tinkled. Ginger scurried into the kitchen to hide.

“Look! There at the window!” cried Rosie.

A dazzling beam of light filled the largest window of the fairy house great room.

“Squeak!” said Squeak.

The light was so bright and powerful that it seemed to be knocking right on the windowpane.

Clara took Rosie’s hand and squeezed it tight. “She’s come back, Rosie,” whispered Clara. “She’s come back at last.”