A story for my little fae…
Thank you for following my Sylvanian Ramblings and the beautiful illustrations of Christine Southworth. A happy and magical Christmas to you all!
The Little Tree
The little tree was sad and lonely. Not long ago he’d been growing alongside hundreds of trees. Now he was sat outside a darkened shop window, alone. The man from the shop had come out and wound something round and round his branches and polished the tub his roots were sitting in but soon he left and the little tree was alone again.
The sun faded to darkness and the stars twinkled down on the little tree but they didn’t cheer him up like they usually did. A distant church bell chimed and suddenly the shutters in the shop went up flooding the pavement with brilliant light. The man looked out from the magical window and smiled at the tree. As the little tree marvelled back at the glittered winter wonderland display, festooned with silver icicles and glistening tinsel, the man inside flicked a switch.
The surprised little tree was instantly bathed in a hundred twinkling lights as sparkly as the stars above. Each branch shimmered with iridescent light and the little tree looked beautiful. The man made his way outside, “Well little tree you look amazing!” he said, smiling as he wandered around adjusting the lights until they were just perfect.
The sound of children singing drifted in on the icy breeze…
“Right my little tree, we have a job to do,” the man whispered, rubbing his cold hands together. The choir of voices got closer and closer and soon there was a crowd of people huddled around the sparkling little tree. Parents snuggled in excited children, all wrapped up in their Christmas jumpers and woolly hats. Arms hugged their families tight and eyes sparkled with love and Christmas cheer. And all around the little tree people sung beautiful songs of glad tidings. The littlest children pulled free from their parents and ran to the magical shop window, eyes wide and mittened fingers pointing at the spectacle inside.
Then the singing ended, one by one children shuffled forwards and placed a present at the tree’s base then wandered back to their parents’ outstretched arms. The pile of colourful parcels, adorned with curling ribbons and shiny bows, grew and grew. Eventually the last group disappeared into the night and the little tree was alone again with the man.
“We did a good job tonight little tree,” he said stroking a twinkling branch.”Best collect these presents up before the frost gets ’em.” He busied himself placing the presents in a large black bag. “Rest tonight little tree. Tomorrow we’ll deliver these to the poorly children at the hospital and then you’re coming home to live in my garden.”
Soon the lights went off, the shop window darkened and the shutters went down. The little tree was left alone with only the twinkling stars for company but now he didn’t need fairy lights to make him sparkle. The little tree had helped make the world a happier place and found a friend. He was now a happy little tree and this was going to be a merry Christmas for all.
Original artwork by Christine Southworth @bearprintstudio