In a lush meadow far away, where the grass is tall and crisp, there lives a little girl we all know well. She is a whirlwind of energy and delight. So in love with life, it can be seen in the gleaming of her eyes. She is the protagonist of her own adventures and needs no hero to come and save her. She knows no boundaries and her possibilities are endless. She climbs trees in her ruffled skirt, elastics in her hair and a grin upon her face. She is fearless. She is strong. We know her well. The girl who is not afraid to jump, loves fiercely, laughs wildly, and dances to the beating of her own drum. She is part dancer and part dreamer. Her big brown eyes see nothing but endless wonder. She is a wild flower among the meadow. A heart that is pure and unbroken by life. We do not want to forget her, or ever let her go. For she is the little girl that lives inside the heart of every woman.
Have I told you of the Snow Queen? Have I told you of her world?
That her hair is soft as silk and she loves it when it’s curled?
Have you seen her queenly dress, that she clutches when she walks?
Have you heard her soft small giggles, have you heard them when she talks?
Have I told you that she sparkles? That her crown is made of ice?
Have I told you of her beauty? Or have you heard it twice?
That her breath releases snowflakes? Or how much she loves to twirl?
Surely you have heard about this special little girl
They say she carries winter in a necklace of glass
They say she whispers magic that covers white the grass
She makes it snow so gently as she closes up her eyes
no one knows how she does it, but the wind begins to rise
Then she sits upon a bridge with a smile upon her face
So content in knowing she brings winter to this place
It is the first day of winter, and she is ready. A little Ice fairy full of courage and strength appears upon the earth. She is not like the other fairies. She has a confidence about her that transcends her years. She is a picture of sophistication and poise. Her wings are strong and powerful, and they carry her to the valleys she longs to see. As she flies her golden locks flow in the breeze. Her blue eyes remain focused on the task awaiting her. Maybe it is because ice fairies can only appear in winter? Perhaps this is the reason she is so eager to see the leaves. When she arrives, she lands gently on the trunk of a tree and looks around. The sudden bareness of it all intrigues her. She has waited for this day for so long, that her smile cannot be contained. She grins knowing her time has come to shine. Walking barefoot across the dry grass, she decides to sit for a while. Her blue tulle dress tucked under her. She begins thinking about how she will cover the barren trees with dresses made of snow. Oh how excited she is! Slowly she brings her small hands up to her lips and whispers a winter wish that covers the land. We gaze at the snow as it falls, and because she has left us all breathless, we miss it when she slips away.
This is the tale of two fairy sisters who loved each other dearly. Although they had many years between them, age did not exist when they were together. The older sister was full of wisdom, beauty and grace. A gentle guardian with embracing arms. The younger one was delightful, thoughtful, and kind. A wholesome heart full of curiosity and life. One blistery winter morning, the fairies decided to set out on an exciting voyage to find their family tree. It is said that every family has a tree, out of which grow the secrets to making good choices and living long fulfilling lives. They knew they needed to find this tree in order to understand the values they had been given. They traveled for what seemed ages, until suddenly they had found it. The tree sparkled so brightly it seemed to pull them in closer and closer. They gazed in awe at what they saw as they approached it. Over one hundred crystals cascaded down from its branches. A sight so amazingly beautiful, they believed for a moment they must be dreaming. The younger fairy stretched out her hand to touch the crystals, and as she did, they began reflecting off of her, like one hundred tiny lenses photographing her sweet face. “What do they say?” She asked her sister. “Let’s read them together” the older one replied. And so they began to read the crystals one by one: Love, Joy, Peace, Patience, Kindness, Goodness, Faithfulness, Gentleness, Self-Control… Such truths would guide them until the end of their days, Grandmother knew it all too well, for she was the one who had planted it.