Christmas Fairy Magic by Margaret McNamara

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    â€œT his Christmas will be the perfect Christmas,” said Goldie 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.
    â€œOnly ten more days till Christmas,” said Sylva 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.

    â€œWell, you won’t have to,” said Clara. “Christmas is coming whether we’ll be ready or not.”
    â€œI’m ready now,” said Goldie.
    â€œWe’ll be patient, won’t we, Squeakie?” said Rosy Bell.
    â€œO-bee!” said Squeak.
    â€œWhy not, Squeak? Why won’t you be patient?” said Rosy. Squeak rolled over and rubbed her back on her crib. “I don’t know what’s the matter with Squeak. She hasn’t been at all herself lately.”
    â€œMaybe she’s getting a new tooth,” said Sylva.
    â€œOr she has an upset tummy,” said Clara. “Goldie, have you been giving Squeak fairy chocolates again?”
    â€œNot too many,” said Goldie.
    â€œI’m a little worried about her,” said Rosy. “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 recognized 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.
    â€œTry the back door,” said Goldie. “Maybe it’s Avery. She said she’d come visit later on today.”
    The tinkling sound came again. Rosy looked at Clara. Could it be?
    Sylva 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 Rosy.
    A dazzling beam of light filled the largest window of the fairy house great room.
    â€œSqueak!” said Squeak.
    The light was so bright and powerful that it seemed to be knocking right on the windowpane.
    Clara took Rosy’s hand and squeezed it tight. “She’s come back, Rosy,” whispered Clara. “She’s come back at last.”

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    I t would be terribly rude to go much further in this story without introducing all of you to the Fairy Bell sisters. If you haven’t had the pleasure of their acquaintance already, please meet them now. Here are:

    Clara, Rosy, Goldie, Sylva, and Squeak live together with the other young fairies on Sheepskerry Island, which is a place so filled with magic that you may be reading this story very near it right now (only you might not know it, because human people call it by another name). The Fairy Bell sisters have one more member of their family, their big sister, who lives in Neverland with a friend called Peter Pan. In case you don’t dare guess her name, I’ll tell you: it’s Tinker Bell. And it was Tinker Bell who had made that tinkling sound right outside the Fairy Bell sisters’ fairy house.
    If you have read other stories about the Fairy Bell sisters, you know that now is the time I usually ask a question to see if you really want to read any further. The question could be about perfect fairies or foolish fairies or headstrong fairies or fairies with tender hearts.
    In times past, most of you have turned the pages and read on, which is why you know so much about the Fairy Bell sisters. But this time, I’m going to take a chance. I’m not going to ask that question, because I believe that every single one of you will want to read a story about a magical little baby who’s about to make a big change. A little baby who