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Who’s that on Top of the Christmas Tree?

My Little Sister and I are having a discussion about fairies.


Not famous fairies like, well, Tinkerbell (I am having trouble thinking of another famous fairy but there must be a few around. Mustn’t there?)  Nor those who, some say, can be found at the bottom of the garden. No, we are talking about the fairies on the top of Christmas trees, surveying the festive scene from a Great Height. In particular we are discussing the fate of two Fairies We Have Known and Loved.


Not so many people have fairies on the top of their Christmas trees any more. Angels and stars seem to be top of the pops these days. As regular readers well know, we have a cardboard Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer on the top of our tree - designed and fashioned especially for us by our eldest grandson way back in 2006. Our Rudolph has definitely stood the test of time. 


When we were growing up, I remind my Little Sister, we always had a fairy on top of the family Christmas tree. I can see her now in my mind’s eye - she was basically a plastic doll covered from head to toe in bright pink feathers. Every year when she emerged from the loft along with other Christmas decorations, she had shed a few more pink feathers until she was somewhat threadbare. This is where my memory gives out - did we ever replace the Pink Feathered One? If we did, then what was her replacement and did we love it as much? If we had, then surely I would have remembered it.


My Little Sister has a story to top my reminiscences and it concerns the fairy which has decorated her tree ever since she had a family of her own. This fairy doll has a skirt made of scratchy net, over the top of tissue paper petticoats which have definitely seen better days. I haven’t seen this for myself but I can only imagine what it must be like, packed away in a box for more than eleven months of every year, with your petticoats crushed under the weight of two boxes of fairy lights and a bag full of assorted baubles. I am, you will appreciate, making this up because I don’t actually know how beautifully (or otherwise) my Little Sister packs up her Christmas decorations at the end of each festive season. All I do know for sure, because my sister told me as much, is that this year her fairy doll’s skirts were in a right old state. 


My Little Sister is nothing if not resourceful so she set about restoring the skirt and petticoats, gathering them in at the waist and pulling them out into some semblance of fullness until she considered the fairy was Christmas Tree Ready.


Unfortunately her fella is suffering from a poorly knee so was unable to carry out his customary annual job of fixing the fairy on top of the tree. Not to worry, my Resourceful Sister reassured him, she was sure she would be up to the task, clambering up the step ladder with fairy in hand. Not having much of a head for heights, she struggled somewhat to accomplish what turned out to be a not-so-simple task; when she retreated to floor level and looked up to assess the situation, she found that, rather than gazing straight ahead, angelically, the fairy was leaning forward drunkenly. It wasn’t A a Good Look, especially as her painstakingly gathered skirts were coming unstuck, turning her into a regular Droopy Drawers.


“I thought it couldn’t get much worse,” my Little Sister mourned, “But then, guess what? Her wings fell off…” 


You couldn’t make it up, now could you? Not many people have a Wingless Fairy on top of their Christmas tree. I mean, how will she ever get down if my sister can’t manage the step-ladder once Christmas is over?


My sister tells me a sweet story about the fairy garden she created for the delight of her two youngest grandchildren - a beautifully constructed edifice, fashioned on several levels, tucked into a flower bed. It wasn’t quite finished, she explained to the little ones, as she still had to buy a small ladder which would lead from the ground level to the one above. Young Alfie, who is wise beyond his years, felt that this was quite unnecessary - “Fairies have wings!” he pointed out, flapping his own arms in a passable imitation of a Winged One. 


Which is true of most, of course - but, sadly, not the fairy on top of my Little Sister’s Christmas tree…

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23.04 | 20:15

lovely and heartwarming - an inspiration to us all x

09.03 | 12:07

Love this story told as ever beautifully.x

10.11 | 21:31

What a super account of a special event. I loved meeting you last night and seeing your creation come together. I’m so pleased you got so much from the activity

07.09 | 13:17

I have broad shoulders x

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