The Magic Elf Garden, and Advent storyPosted by Suzanne, on December 1st, 2011

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December Advent Story  – The Magic Elf Garden

It was December, snow lay deep and crisp all over  the land.
Finn, who was 8 years old, and his little brother Timmy, had
been sledding on the hill behind the big red barn.  Whoooosh,
whooosh, they flew down the hill on their sled.  Then up and up
they pulled the old red tobaggen until they were at the top of
the hill, ready to fly… whooooosh, whooooosh, down the hill

Both boys had very rosy cheeks and cold toes, when Mama
brought them a big thermos of hot cocoa to warm them up.
‘Come into the barn where it is warmer and drink your cocoa
and warm your toes by the little wood stove,’ she said to them.
So they sat on old blankets spread over hay bales and drank til
their feet were happy and warm.

‘It is time to come inside for supper boys,’ said Mama, ‘Timmy,
come with me, and Finn, go get the sled and put it away for
the night’.

When they came out of the barn, the sun was already setting.
Finn climbed the hill to get the sled.  But before he slid down
the hill to the barn, he saw in the distace, through the bare
trees, a lot of twinkling lights.

‘I wonder what that could be,’ Finn thought, and he decided to sled
down the other side of the hill toward the lights, and away form the
barn and house.

Whoooooosh, he sped silent and  swift down the hill.  As he got
to the bottom of the hill, he leaned his sled against a tree and
quielty walked closer to the lights.  He hid himself behind a large
pine tree and peeked through the branches.

There, in a circle of trees, was a gathering of elves!
They were dancing around a spiral path of boughs that was lit with
candles all along the path.  They were singing and having a
wonderful time.

‘Why this is just like my school’s spiral garden,’ Finn whispered to
himself! ‘ But this is one for elves!’

He watched as one by one the elves danced along the candlelit
path to the very center of the spiral where a particularly large
and lovely candle was used to light their own smaller candles.
Everything was very much smaller than his school’s advent spiral
celebration.  This one was elf size!

Suddenly he could not help himself, he sneezed!  Achooo Achooo!

The elves stopped singing and dancing and quickly hid themselves.

Finn slowly stepped out from his hiding place and called to them.
‘Don’t be afraid, I am a friend.’  Then he sat down in the snow and
started to sing a song he knew  from his  school’s advent spiral.

‘In the stars is Mary wandering…….’

An elderly elf with a long white beard and tall red cap bravely came
closer.  ‘I know that song too,’ said the elf to Finn.  Then he hopped
right onto Finn’s knee and started singing with him!

‘In the stars is Mary wandering….’ they sang out with gusto!

Slowly, slowly, all the other elves came closer and closer and soon
everyone was singing together.  The candles shone out and the stars
came out and twinkled brightly.

Finn smiled, as he had never before heard such a heavenly singing.
Then he remebered!

‘Oh, I must get home,’ he said!  My Mama will be wondering
where I am!’

All the elves waved goodbye and watched Finn gather his sled
and climb up, up, up the hill.

From the very top Finn could see far and wide in all directions.
He saw the red barrn, and beyond that his house with lights in the
windows, looking cozy and familiar.

Then he turned to have another look at the elve’s twinkling candle
light, but there was not a single light to be seen.
It was all as dark as the darket night.

He stood and listened for a long time.
It was silent, a silent night indeed.

Finn turned and rode his sled down the hill toward the barn.
He never again saw the elve’s magic, but he had a story to tell his
Mama and Timmy!  And what a wonderful story it was.

The End