The Magic Of Christmas

The Magic Of Christmas

It always snowed at Christmas, and it was one thing Fiona detested.

A white Christmas was one of the remaining bits of magic the festive season had over her. This Christmas, she needed to get rid of it once and for all.

Witnessing the arrival of the angels every Christmas Eve had helped keep the magic alive. But last year the angels seemed different; different to how they had always appeared to Fiona. Last year, the first Christmas Fiona hadn’t believed in the magic, the angels had refused to show their faces to her.

“You’re too old to be hanging up Christmas stockings,” Fiona yelled at her daughters as they approached the fireplace. “And you can lay the table and cook tomorrow’s dinner if you want to celebrate. Christmas Day is now going to be like any other day. The magic of Christmas no longer exists.”

At the stroke of midnight that night, Fiona made her way out of the house. Would the angels show their face this year?

It wasn’t long before the warm globes of light appeared. The angels had come back and made their way to the only part of the garden where virgin snow lay. It hadn’t snowed for two days, yet the footprints Fiona had made in that part of the garden were no longer visible.

“You’re not real! Why don’t you show me your faces anymore? There’s no such thing as the magic of Christmas,” she shrieked, as all but one of the angels touched the undisturbed snow and melted into it. As the winter air chilled Fiona’s bones, the last angel turned around and beckoned her towards it.

Doing all she could to stop herself moving towards the creature, its ugly face made Fiona want to scream, but nothing but a silent screech came out of her mouth. She tried thinking about the magic of Christmas in the hope the creature would go away, but her body refused to stop moving. By the time she reached it, its terrifying face had melted away.

Fiona’s heart raced. Had they gone?

A noise from behind her forced her to turn around and look back at the house. Now, before her, the whole garden was full of untrodden, virgin, snow, yet it had not snowed.

As she made the first hesitant steps towards the house, Fiona’s journey abruptly stopped. From underneath the snow, a hand appeared and grabbed her ankle. Her screams went unheard as the warm hand pulled her into the world of non-believers.

Fiona’s last sight of the magical world she had once believed in was that of a stout figure, dressed in red with a long white beard, standing on the roof of the house.

“Ho, ho, ho! Merry Christmas,” laughed the figure, as the final remains of Fiona melted into the virgin snow.

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44 thoughts

  1. “Christmas will always be as long as we stand heart to heart and hand in hand.” – Quote by Dr. Seuss

    Have a wonderful Christmas and joyous days ahead with warm laughter. Take care.

  2. Oh, dear. I’m happy it doesn’t snow here, as I’m not much of a Christmas present even in normal circumstances. Have a good Christmas and take care! ♥

  3. Fantastical story Hugh! I love the theme for the non believers and the magic entwined. A wonderful twisted Christmas tale. Merry Christmas my friend. ❤

    1. Thank you, Debby. I couldn’t let Christmas 2020 go by without a story with a bit of a twist in it. Let’s hope all the twists that 2020 gave us begin to unravel throughout 2021.
      Merry Christmas 🎄

    1. Well, it is Christmas. And besides, I did a heart-warming piece of flash last week. I smashed my target of writing and publishing at least two heart-warming stories over the last six years. 😁

    1. I hope you get to celebrate Christmas (even if just a little), Liesbet. The magic allows Santa to leave some of the magic regardless of where you are. I’ve asked him to leave you some extra magic in the desert.

      Merry Christmas 🎄

      1. Thank you, Hugh! That is mighty nice of you. I finally think I know where we will be for Christmas (driving there today): the desert around a tiny town called Ajo, Arizona. 🙂 Merry Christmas to you both and the pups! Xxx

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