Upstairs in the Anderson's attic there is chatter coming from the Christmas, Easter and Halloween boxes. Someone new has arrived. Tallulah the Christmas fairy wakes to find herself attached to the top of a tree. She soon makes friends and has a magical first Christmas.
Once the festivities are over, Tallulah finds herself in the attic with the other decorations from Easter and Halloween. Each year they watch the seasons change as they wait excitedly for their turn to go downstairs. Until one day new boxes appear and then the unthinkable happens.
A Fairy Extraordinary Christmas Story is a magical and uplifting tale for the whole family.
Chapter 1 Extract
Tallulah had no idea she was alive. At least, not straight away. Once her hazel eyes had been painted on her face, she was able to see the little old man who had made her. He had white hair and wrinkly skin. His spectacles looked like binoculars. When she looked up at the lens of the magnifying glass she could see his enlarged green eyes peering down at her. The little old man spent days carefully painting her face. He gave her a beautiful smile, a button nose and rosy cheeks.
Tallulah could also see a young woman with curly red hair, hunched over a sewing machine, making a small, white, satin gown. The young woman dressed Tallulah in the gown, which fitted perfectly, and brushed her long, blonde hair. On her head, the woman placed a silver crown decorated with stars. A strange feeling crept over Tallulah’s body as the woman attached wings to her back.
When they had finished putting the finishing touches to Tallulah, the old man and the young woman stared down at her with big smiles on their faces. They carefully wrapped her in tissue paper, placed her in a box and tied it with string. They posted the box to a faraway toy shop.
With nothing else to do, Tallulah slept and dreamt about flying high into the sky with her white, feathered wings. She woke with a start, only to find herself in the hands of a little girl, being flown around a room like a bird.
“I want a dress just like Tallulah’s, and a crown!” said Sarah, the little girl, laughing.
“We can use the tin foil in the kitchen and make a crown after we have finished decorating the tree,” said her mother.
“Yes, please,” said Sarah excitedly. Her mother held out her hand and Sarah unwillingly handed over Tallulah.
Sarah’s mother lifted Tallulah up towards the ceiling and then placed her on top of the Christmas tree. Tallulah heard a snap of a switch and all around her started to twinkle. Sarah giggled happily below.
“Can we make the crown now?”
“Go find the foil and I will get the scissors,” said her mother.
Tallulah could hear voices chattering all about the house.
“Where is my PE kit, Mum?” shouted a boy.
“I’m home!” called out a man as he shut the front the door.
“Have you brushed your teeth, Sarah?” asked her mother.
Tallulah counted four different voices in all. As the room got darker, the lights on the tree glowed and she noticed the voices had stopped chattering. Eventually, all she could hear was the ticking of a clock.
When the clock struck twelve, through the window a shooting star shot through the darkness. Its tail sprayed magic sparkles over the house.
As the magic sparkles melted into the black sky, leaving only the moon, glowing like a pearl, Tallulah then blinked for the first time. She gasped and raised her hand over her mouth. Surprised that she could move, she inspected her fragile china fingers. Her nails were painted pink. She looked down and shrieked. She was so high up!
“Shhh! You will wake them,” said a small voice from somewhere in the room.
With both her hands, Tallulah grabbed onto a prickly branch. Never had she been so high up. She relaxed when she realised she was fixed to the spot and would not fall. Below her, shiny coloured balls hung from the branches, glittery string was wrapped around the tree and the little lights started to flash. It was the most beautiful view Tallulah had ever seen.
She began to look around the room. To the right of her was a bay window with a view over a garden. It was covered in glistening frost.
To the left was the fireplace, where four stockings hung. Facing the fire was a green, lumpy sofa and a coffee table. In the corner was a big black box. There were children’s drawings of Christmas trees taped to the walls. A holly wreath had been placed above the fireplace and paper chains hung from the ceiling.
“It is so, so…” gasped Tallulah.
“Christmassy?” asked the small voice. Tallulah looked over to the fireplace.
“Who said that?” she asked.
There, on the mantelpiece, was a china figurine of two children, a boy and a girl, throwing snowballs at each other. The figurine suddenly came to life and the girl threw her snowball and hit the boy straight in the face.
“Ha! I have been waiting since last Christmas to do that!” laughed the girl.
The boy wiped the snow from his face. “Thanks, Geraldine!” He then turned to Tallulah. “It was me. My name is Peter and this is my sister, Geraldine. You should try not to shout, Tallulah, or you will wake them.” Peter then threw a snowball at his sister, but missed. Geraldine stuck out her tongue and then hid behind a pot plant.
“Wake who up? And how do you know my name?” she asked.
“We do not want to wake the family who live here,” replied Geraldine, peering through the leaves of the poinsettia plant. “They might think there is a burglar in the house. There is Mr and Mrs Anderson, their son Johnny, who is eight, and little Sarah, who is six. She was the one who named you, Tallulah.”
“What is Christmassy?” asked Tallulah curiously.
“Oh boy! You really are new,” said Peter.
A Fairy Extraordinary Christmas Story is just that - a beautifully written story that will delight both young and old. It brings out the magic of Christmas and reminds us of the importance of family and traditions.
An easy read for those just learning, and a moment to be treasured by parents reading aloud to their children at this special time of the year.
Pinky's rating (out of 5): 4.5 dragonflies
About the Author
A. J. York is the author of the middle grade fantasy series called The Delilah Dusticle Adventures. Born in Gothenburg, Sweden and raised in the UK, A.J. York's first love was telling stories through drama.
"I have always enjoyed making up characters and their life stories, therefore I jumped at the chance to study theatre at the University of Brighton. I later trained as a drama teacher and I have a Master's degree from Goldsmiths. I have gone back to my roots and I now live in Gothenburg. People have told me they love reading my stories and I hope you have fun reading them too!" A.J. York
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