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Christmas Time.

The night is dark. Time is a lurking slow enemy that hangs and hangs. I am listening to the slow tick of the clock waiting for the first signs of dawn. I am smoking one cigarette after the other my mouth is dry and I feel the signs of a coming headache. Why did I offer to wait for the arrival of the Queen’s messenger? He could come any time from now until late the next day. I am sitting staring at the ceiling waiting for any signs of arrival. My nerves are not of the best and this waiting is draining my energy faster than I can replace it with endless cups of coffee.

I find myself dozing into a half sleep, shaking my head to clear away the sleep that persists in coming. Going to the bathroom I held my head under the cold water tap and felt a sigh relief as the coldness of the water shocked my addled brain into some semblance where I could think clearly again. Her Majesty Queen Feeana was in the Fairies winter quarters beneath the Himalayas. I began wondering for the umpteenth time what on earth was so important that she needed my presence. No enemies could possibly invade the Fairies winter quarters it is too well protected not only by magical means also by a few human things such as cameras that I myself had installed.

The rays of a winter morning’s sun awoke me I had dropped off into a sleep. The first thing was to have a shower to get my brain thinking again. After the shower I made myself some breakfast and looked for the morning’s post. The postman had delivered the advertising material, which I throw away each morning and a couple of letters that I quickly read. They were not very important and I put them on one side to answer later on. After I did the washing up of the breakfast dishes there was a loud knocking on my front door. I remember thinking at last the messenger has arrived. Going to the front door I opened it and saw a smartly dressed Leprechaun. “Greetings messenger,” I said, “Come in and I will make fresh coffee or tea whatever you prefer.” In the kitchen he opened his leather bag and took out an envelope that I recognised as being from Her Majesty.

I made some fresh tea and with some rolls and butter with honey the Leprechaun sat down to eat. I slowly opened the envelope and much to my surprise it was an invitation to the Fairies winter quarters. I was not to bring any luggage as all had been prepared for my arrival. Finishing his breakfast the Leprechaun told me that we had exactly one full hour for me to close house and make any arrangement that were necessary. I turned off the water supply and switched off the electricity at the mains then I phoned the post office and made arrangements that all of my post would be kept back until I let them know that I had returned home.

I did not pack anything to take with me, as I knew that all would be waiting for me on my arrival. Then it happened the Leprechaun just vanished and I was swept away to find myself in the Fairies winter quarters. Her Majesty and many of the fairies were awaiting our arrival. The Leprechaun bowed to her Majesty Queen Feeana and wandered off to his own little house. Her Majesty greeted me and welcomed me to this part of Fairyland. With a wave of her wand and a smile on her face I saw my house appear out of the air. My house with garden she had transmitted from England to under the Himalayan Mountains. Another wave of her wand and my house was decorated from top to bottom with Christmas lights. In my garden was a large Christmas tree also decorated with coloured lights. “We want you to have a merry Christmas here with us in Fairyland this year,” said Her Majesty. “If there is anything you want just say what it is out loud and it shall appear”. “On Christmas day there will be a ball with all the fairies taking part in our equivalent to Christmas.

My house was stocked with food and drink of all kinds. Some of which I had never seen before. My cellar is full of bottle of wine mainly parsnip and elderberry with some bottles of very old French wine. All of my washing things such as toothbrush, flannel, and soap had been replaced with fairy articles and I spent a long time washing and dressing this morning. While I was busy getting breakfast everything disappeared all the fairy goodies were gone. All of the decorations and the Christmas tree had vanished and I quickly looked out of the window all of the house decorations had gone and I realised I was back home in England once more. I wondered what I had done to be removed from Fairyland. I had done nothing to upset or hurt the Fairies.

Going out into the garden I saw curled up under a tree a large black cat. Such a cat could only belong to a Witch. Had the Fairies unknowingly taken a Witch with them when they transferred my house and garden to Fairyland? It looked that way. I searched for the Witch she must still be on my property somewhere. Then I found her like the cat she too was curled up under a tree. I spotted her because of the black clothing that she wore it stood out in the snow that had settled in the garden during my short stay in Fairyland. Taking some of my magic powder from my pocket I cautiously approached the Witch and threw the magic dust over her. Screaming with rage she cursed me but the curses were weak and did no harm.

At this moment Her Royal Majesty Queen Feeana, Queen of all the Fairies appeared and apologised to me for the sudden eruption out of Fairyland. I smiled and said,” Your Majesty no one could know that a Witch and her cat could come on to my property unseen. They must have hidden themselves before my house and garden was transferred to Fairyland.” Her Majesty said, the magic devices saw the intruders at once that were protecting Fairyland but no one in Fairyland wanted a panic and Her Majesty just sent my house and Garden back to England without alarming the Fairies.

My pocket with the magic dust was filled again and Her Majesty turned the Witch into a dozen butterflies. The large black cat sensing that something was wrong just ran off. My house was transferred again to fairyland but now there were even more butterflies to brighten up this wonderful series of caves under the Himalayan Mountains. I had the most wonderful Christmas and the Fairies enjoyed themselves. As a treat for me a Fairy choir sang all of the old Christmas carols. During my stay I was taught one or two words of the old language and shown how to perform a few magic spells. I wish you all could have been with me I know that you would have enjoyed the little people.