There are many stories about Christmas, some true ones, others invented, but all of them have a specific magic, some kind of spell that you just can’t tell. Still, there is one story that I have heard someday in the past, told by my grandmother. She has such a talent in telling stories! I really adore that one story that she told me about Christmas and I really believe it because I love to dream.
So, my grandmother had a happy childhood. The Christmas was a special time of the year for her, a time when all the family was gathering togheter and enjoying all the beautiful moments. My grandmother loved the Christmas special Christmas cookies made especially for her by her dear mother. She loved them with chocolate, with vanilla, with sour cherries and topped with pineapple cream. It was real heaven tasting them! She was waiting all night long for Christmas Eve to come because that was the time when mother was doing her special cookies. One night, when she had ten years old, in one of those special nights of waiting for the next day, my grandmother,a pretty little girl at that time, had a very strange but interesting dream. As she was falling asleep, she started to feel the smell of those magic cookies: chocolate, vanilla, pineapple, cinnamon, oranges etc. She was conscient about the fact that the cookies were only in project for the next day. But still, where was that smell coming from? Suddenly, in her dark room a small light appeared. She woke up quicqly and saw a little cookie with little yellow eyes smiling at her. She was surprised and in the same time scared, but the cookie told her with whispered voice that she didn’t have to be afraid because she was there to show her amazing things. Like under a spell, the little girl followed the little cookie some place that was actually the kitchen in her house. But wait, the kitchen where her mother was cooking all the time was gone. Instead, there was something fabulous, like another world. It really was another world!
There were cookies everywhere walking on tiny streets between small houses. Those little houses were so cute and so… delicious! They were like taken out from the fairytale with Hansel and Gretel, made from sugar, honey and milk, with chocolate doors and cream windows. The people of the town were actually all cookies, with legs and hands, little heads and mouths that were all smiling. They also looked really sweet! The cookie that was guiding her told her that she was in the town called Honeybee and it was under the reign of the beautiful and powerful Queen Vanillia. She was such a good queen, everybody loved her, but unfortunately she was in great danger, because a terrible and evil magician wanted to kidnap and marry her. His name was Spinacho, the lord of all lettuces in the world. The queen hated him because he was bad and ugly, with green hair, long hands and red eyes. The little girl was the only person in the world who was able to save her. She loved those cookies so much and she wasn’t like the other children, all greedy and never satisfied with food. This is why the Queen had chosen her to save her and all the citizens of Honeybee.
The little girl, my grandmother, was scared but she asked what was there to do in order to save those pretty cookies. Her guide, called Lilly Cherry, answered that she had to fight with the magician and steal his magical wand. He was coming every night in the palace, but the Queen always spoke to him with sweet words in order to let her stay one more day. So the plan was to switch places with the Queen and stay in her bedroom one night.
They went to the palace where they met the Queen. She was beautiful, as no princess ever was.. Her hair was dark brown like rivers of chocolate, coffee eyes, strawberry lips and vanilla cream. Queen Vanillia kissed the little girl on the cheek and wished her good luck. She told her she would get something special for her but she had to win.
So, the brave girl enterd in the Queen’s bedroom and waited. At twelve o’clock in the night, the wizard came with a horrible noise. It was like a hundred giant rabbits were eating a huge lettuce. The ugly magician went to the Queen’s bed and tried to grab her. Suddenly, the little girl caught him with both hands, took with a struggle his wand and ate him by one bite. It was terrible at taste, but what could she do? Then, everybody in the kingdom was so happy. The wizards tricks were over, there was no leader for them so they went away from the town. Honeybee was sunnier than ever. The cookie-people were happy and ready for another Christmas. The girl was surprised how they survived every Christmas as she ate them every year. The Queen told her that they lived in her little soul, fed by her love for them. They were tiny spirits of Christmas, living in the hearts of every good child. As a reward for her courage, the Queen gave my grandmother a golden bell which she could ring every time of the year and the spirit of Christmas would always be there for her.
In the morning my grandmother woke up amazed by this dream. She couldn’t believe her eyes when she saw the bell on her pillow. It was real magic! She ran to the window and outside everything was white like in fairytales. In the kitchen the cookies were allready on the table. She never told anybody where she had the bell from until the day she gave it to me. Now, I am proud of this gift and I enjoy even more the spirit of Christmas and the beauty of believing in dreams!
By
Lucky Girl
