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January 7, 2025
New Youtube Video: ASMR Book Tapping, Page Turning, and Page Tapping
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January 3, 2025
New Medium Article: The Beauty of Love in Kaguya-Sama Love is War
Happy Friday afternoon! I just wanted to pop on here and let you know I posted a new Medium article over on my Medium page. Today I am doing a deep dive into the theme of love in Kaguya-sama: Love is War by Aka Akasaka.
Link is below, as well as a sneak peek.
All of my Medium articles are currently free.
Serena
Link to Full Article: https://alysonserenastone.medium.com/...
Sneak Peek:
Author’s Note: This article contains spoilers for both Kaguya-sama: Love is War by Aka Akasaka manga and anime.
Kaguya-sama: Love is War is a romantic comedy masterpiece that blends wit, humour, and depth with a keen understanding of human emotions. Written and illustrated by Aka Akasaka, the series is set in the prestigious Shuchiin Academy, where two brilliant students—Miyuki Shirogane, the student council president, and Kaguya Shinomiya, the vice president—engage in a complex and often absurd war of hearts. On the surface, the premise might seem like a simple story of unrequited love, but Kaguya-sama: Love is War delves much deeper, exploring themes of pride, vulnerability, and the complexities of human connection.
At its core, Kaguya-sama: Love is War is a psychological battle between two people who refuse to confess their love first despite their strong feelings for each other. Their constant manipulation, mind games, and strategies make up the central conflict of the series. What makes Kaguya-sama: Love is War exceptional is how it portrays the beauty of relationships—not just romantic ones, but the friendships, rivalries, and personal growth that unfold alongside them. This is a series where the beauty of love is examined through a lens of war, vulnerability, and deep emotional introspection.
One of the most striking aspects of Kaguya-sama is its portrayal of the internal struggles of Miyuki and Kaguya. Both characters are fiercely intelligent and proud, and neither is willing to admit their feelings first due to the fear of appearing weak. Their love is tangled in a web of pride, ego, and hesitation, which creates a dynamic of constant emotional push and pull.
Miyuki, the perfectionist, has built a façade of being in control, yet his vulnerabilities are revealed in moments of quiet introspection. For instance, when he tries to "protect" Kaguya from situations where she might be hurt, it is not just a display of his feelings for her, but also his own desire to appear strong. However, his insecurities often emerge, such as when he worries about being less than Kaguya’s ideal partner, especially in terms of social standing and wealth. Similarly, Kaguya, raised in a world of privilege, carries her own insecurities, especially when it comes to her ability to show affection. Her love for Miyuki is often hidden behind her cold exterior, and her pride prevents her from being honest about her feelings.
The complexity of these characters’ emotional journeys lies in the delicate dance between vulnerability and pride. Each confession—or refusal—becomes a move in a psychological game, where their personal growth and the development of their relationship become intertwined. The constant tension between these two emotions—pride and vulnerability—drives the narrative and adds layers to the characters, making their relationship feel more human and relatable.
A recurring motif in Kaguya-sama: Love is War is the use of battle metaphors, which echo the high-stakes psychological "war" that Miyuki and Kaguya engage in throughout the series. Love is depicted as a battlefield, with strategies, tactics, and even "surrenders" being integral to the characters' emotional development. The series is filled with clever dialogue and visual metaphors that make the battle of love feel larger than life.
One such metaphor is the imagery of cherry blossoms, which are widely recognized in Japanese culture as symbols of fleeting beauty. In Kaguya-sama: Love is War, cherry blossoms represent the ephemeral nature of youthful romance. The characters’ feelings are as fragile and transient as the blossoms, constantly on the verge of falling, and this imagery is especially poignant because of how it contrasts with their complex, often drawn-out, emotional struggles. The fleeting beauty of these blossoms mirrors the characters' hesitations, their moments of clarity, and the emotional turmoil of young love. The cherry blossom motif is also reflective of the series' larger thematic exploration of how life and love can be both beautiful and ephemeral—rare and momentary, yet endlessly significant.
While Miyuki and Kaguya’s relationship takes centre stage, the supporting characters are essential to understanding the larger picture of love and human connection in the series. Chika Fujiwara, the cheerful and somewhat chaotic secretary of the student council, is often the source of much of the series' comedy. Her antics, often disrupting the serious atmosphere between Miyuki and Kaguya, reveal a different dimension of love: the platonic, light-hearted affection shared between friends. Chika's relationship with Kaguya, while often filled with bickering, is also one of deep, though unspoken, mutual affection. Chika’s comedic misadventures and her unwavering friendship with the other characters add warmth and balance to the overall dynamic.
Link is below, as well as a sneak peek.
All of my Medium articles are currently free.
Serena
Link to Full Article: https://alysonserenastone.medium.com/...
Sneak Peek:
Author’s Note: This article contains spoilers for both Kaguya-sama: Love is War by Aka Akasaka manga and anime.
Kaguya-sama: Love is War is a romantic comedy masterpiece that blends wit, humour, and depth with a keen understanding of human emotions. Written and illustrated by Aka Akasaka, the series is set in the prestigious Shuchiin Academy, where two brilliant students—Miyuki Shirogane, the student council president, and Kaguya Shinomiya, the vice president—engage in a complex and often absurd war of hearts. On the surface, the premise might seem like a simple story of unrequited love, but Kaguya-sama: Love is War delves much deeper, exploring themes of pride, vulnerability, and the complexities of human connection.
At its core, Kaguya-sama: Love is War is a psychological battle between two people who refuse to confess their love first despite their strong feelings for each other. Their constant manipulation, mind games, and strategies make up the central conflict of the series. What makes Kaguya-sama: Love is War exceptional is how it portrays the beauty of relationships—not just romantic ones, but the friendships, rivalries, and personal growth that unfold alongside them. This is a series where the beauty of love is examined through a lens of war, vulnerability, and deep emotional introspection.
One of the most striking aspects of Kaguya-sama is its portrayal of the internal struggles of Miyuki and Kaguya. Both characters are fiercely intelligent and proud, and neither is willing to admit their feelings first due to the fear of appearing weak. Their love is tangled in a web of pride, ego, and hesitation, which creates a dynamic of constant emotional push and pull.
Miyuki, the perfectionist, has built a façade of being in control, yet his vulnerabilities are revealed in moments of quiet introspection. For instance, when he tries to "protect" Kaguya from situations where she might be hurt, it is not just a display of his feelings for her, but also his own desire to appear strong. However, his insecurities often emerge, such as when he worries about being less than Kaguya’s ideal partner, especially in terms of social standing and wealth. Similarly, Kaguya, raised in a world of privilege, carries her own insecurities, especially when it comes to her ability to show affection. Her love for Miyuki is often hidden behind her cold exterior, and her pride prevents her from being honest about her feelings.
The complexity of these characters’ emotional journeys lies in the delicate dance between vulnerability and pride. Each confession—or refusal—becomes a move in a psychological game, where their personal growth and the development of their relationship become intertwined. The constant tension between these two emotions—pride and vulnerability—drives the narrative and adds layers to the characters, making their relationship feel more human and relatable.
A recurring motif in Kaguya-sama: Love is War is the use of battle metaphors, which echo the high-stakes psychological "war" that Miyuki and Kaguya engage in throughout the series. Love is depicted as a battlefield, with strategies, tactics, and even "surrenders" being integral to the characters' emotional development. The series is filled with clever dialogue and visual metaphors that make the battle of love feel larger than life.
One such metaphor is the imagery of cherry blossoms, which are widely recognized in Japanese culture as symbols of fleeting beauty. In Kaguya-sama: Love is War, cherry blossoms represent the ephemeral nature of youthful romance. The characters’ feelings are as fragile and transient as the blossoms, constantly on the verge of falling, and this imagery is especially poignant because of how it contrasts with their complex, often drawn-out, emotional struggles. The fleeting beauty of these blossoms mirrors the characters' hesitations, their moments of clarity, and the emotional turmoil of young love. The cherry blossom motif is also reflective of the series' larger thematic exploration of how life and love can be both beautiful and ephemeral—rare and momentary, yet endlessly significant.
While Miyuki and Kaguya’s relationship takes centre stage, the supporting characters are essential to understanding the larger picture of love and human connection in the series. Chika Fujiwara, the cheerful and somewhat chaotic secretary of the student council, is often the source of much of the series' comedy. Her antics, often disrupting the serious atmosphere between Miyuki and Kaguya, reveal a different dimension of love: the platonic, light-hearted affection shared between friends. Chika's relationship with Kaguya, while often filled with bickering, is also one of deep, though unspoken, mutual affection. Chika’s comedic misadventures and her unwavering friendship with the other characters add warmth and balance to the overall dynamic.
December 20, 2024
Free Story: The Christmas Tree Farm
The Christmas Tree Farm
Author’s Note: Every year, I write a Christmas short story. I usually write romance one-shots. This year I decided to do something a little different. I have chosen to write about a young couple with their own Christmas tree farm and things are not going well for their business. I wanted to bring to life the joy and magic of the season. Before anyone asks, this was inspired by Taylor Swift’s “Christmas Tree Farm.”
There is nothing like the smell of fresh pine on a December day. Christmas trees surround me as I walk through them, touching each branch and ensuring they are nothing less than perfect. Around me the voices of children and families as they find the perfect tree for Santa to place gifts under. The branches are perfect for treasured ornaments, handmade, belonging to people who are gone. Lights dance against the snow as the family gathers around the magical fireplace. It makes my heart feel light.
The grey December sky hangs over me. Snow is coming. I can feel it in my bones. It will only add to the magic.
I cannot help but smile as a little girl dances around a tree. I just checked it, and it looks like it has found its forever home. I have been asked many times if it is hard to see all my work chopped down, carried away, and eventually thrown in the rubbish. If you put it like that, then yes, it is hard. However, the laughter and the joy it brings to everyone make it worth it.
Christmas is supposed to be a time of happiness. It’s not supposed to be a time of sadness.
December is a time of magic. It’s a time when the world stops and pauses. It’s a time of peace and living life the way it is supposed to be lived.
Our Christmas tree farm is nestled in the rolling hills of the countryside, a hidden gem waiting to be discovered. As you approach, the scent of pine wraps around you like a cosy blanket, mingling with the crisp, cold air. The farm stretches out before me, a vast sea of evergreens, each tree standing tall and proud, their branches dusted with a light layer of frost that glistens in the early morning light.
Rows upon rows of trees, perfectly aligned, create a natural labyrinth. The ground beneath is blanketed in a soft layer of snow, crunching underfoot with each step. It feels like walking through a winter wonderland, where every turn reveals a new, enchanting scene. The trees, tall and slender, sway gently in the breeze, whispering secrets to one another.
Families wander through the rows, their laughter and chatter filling the air, a symphony of joy that complements the serene silence of the farm. Children dart between the trees, their cheeks flushed with excitement, their eyes wide. They reach out to touch the branches, their tiny fingers brushing against the needles, leaving a trail of happiness in their wake.
The sky above is a canvas of soft, grey clouds, promising snow. There's a certain magic in the air, a palpable sense of anticipation. It's as if the world is holding its breath, waiting for the first snowflake to fall and transform the farm into a glittering paradise. I can feel it in my bones, a tingling sensation that makes my heart race with childlike excitement.
In the centre of the farm stands a towering tree, its branches heavy with twinkling lights and ornaments that catch the light just right, casting a warm, golden glow. It’s a beacon of Christmas spirit, drawing everyone towards it like a magnet. Beneath its boughs, a small clearing serves as a gathering place, where families pause to sip hot cocoa from steaming mugs, their breath visible in the cold air.
The magic of the farm lies not just in its beauty but in the moments it creates. The sight of a father lifting his daughter onto his shoulders to reach the highest branch, a couple holding hands as they select their first tree together, and the pure, unfiltered joy of children as they run through the trees are the memories that make this place special.
Standing amidst the trees, I can’t help but feel a sense of pride and contentment. This farm is more than just a business; it’s a place where happiness is grown and harvested. Each tree, lovingly nurtured from a tiny sapling, is destined to bring joy into someone’s home.
That, to me, is the true magic of Christmas.
“Still out here I, see?
”
I turn to see my husband of two years standing beside a rather large tree, holding two streaming cups of homemade hot chocolate. It’s the only way to make hot chocolate.
“You know I can’t come in until everything is perfect and everyone has found exactly what they are looking for.” I approach Joey and take one of the cups of hot chocolates from him. I sip it. Perfection. I don’t know how the man does it.
“Daisy.” He kisses the top of my forehead. “You need to relax. Everything is going to be fine.”
Another family passes us.
“You know that things haven’t been well,” I answer once they are gone. “We are losing profits every year.”
“It’s just a rough patch,” Joey responds. “I’ve seen our books. This happens every couple of years and it always works out.
“Joey, it’s been this way for four years now.”
He doesn’t respond. It’s true.
I love this place and I love bringing a bit of Christmas magic into the lives of people, but that does not make money. We are barely able to pay our expenses. Plus, people are starting to lean more and more towards artificial trees each year, which, sadly, I will admit, are a bit more cost-effective. Still, that will not give you the childhood memory of going out to the Christmas tree farm to find the perfect tree.
Adding the gift shop and restaurant has helped too. People love seeing crafts and items from local vendors. Plus, everything at the restaurant is locally grown and homemade. While you can get the same thing much cheaper at a chain store, there is something about human-made and personal gifts that makes people go crazy. I just hope the trend keeps up, or we will not be open next year.
The gift shop is a cosy cabin, its wooden shelves filled with handmade ornaments, wreaths, and other festive decorations. Each item tells a story, crafted with care by local artisans. Customers browse the shop, their eyes lighting up as they find that perfect gift, knowing it's one of a kind. The smell of freshly baked cookies and warm cider wafts through the air, inviting people to linger a little longer, to soak in the holiday spirit.
Next to the shop, the restaurant is a rustic haven, its wooden beams and stone fireplace giving it a homely feel. The menu boasts dishes made from locally sourced ingredients, each bite a testament to the love and effort put into every meal. Families gather around tables, their faces glowing from the warmth of the fire and the joy of sharing a meal. There's a sense of community here, a reminder of simpler times when life moved at a slower pace and connections were made over hearty food and good conversation.
Despite the financial challenges, these additions have brought a new dimension to the farm. They have created a space where people can come not just for a tree, but for an experience. It's a place where memories are made, where the magic of Christmas is tangible. But the worry lingers in the back of my mind – will it be enough to keep us going?
As I watch a family leave with their perfect tree, their faces beaming with happiness, I can't help but feel a pang of uncertainty. This farm is my life's work, a labour of love. The thought of it not being here next year is heartbreaking. But for now, I choose to focus on the smiles, the laughter, and the joy that fills the air. That’s what keeps me going, and I can only hope that it will be enough to carry us through.
Joey watches the family too. “Just hang on.”
I turn away Everything from them and chew on my bottom lip. Those words are easy to say but difficult to believe.
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Later that night, snow begins to fall. It drifts gently from the sky, illuminated by the Christmas lights outside. I sit by the window, watching the flakes dance down, each one a tiny masterpiece. This is perfect—if it doesn’t block the roads. People love getting Christmas trees with a fresh coat of snow on the ground. The soft, white blanket transforms the farm into an even more enchanting wonderland, enhancing the magic of the season.
Joey is in the office going over today’s numbers. I know I should go help him, but I cannot face any more bad news. We barely have enough money to keep the lights on in our small cabin as it is. There must be a way to cut costs and bring in more people. We have an online presence, have done what the experts recommend, and have built up our brand. However, none of it seems to be enough. Maybe it’s time to face facts and admit defeat.
Yet, I cannot let this place go. It’s who I am. It’s everything that I have ever worked for and wanted except Joey. I grew up without a family and spent most of my youth shuffled around from foster home to foster home, school to school, and feeling unwanted. Don’t get me wrong many good families took me in, but I could tell that I didn’t belong. The wall surrounding me and them never fully went down.
I never knew what it was like to feel wanted and loved until I met Joey at university. Like so many other things in my life, the meeting was by chance. I wasn’t supposed to make it to university, but my social worker found a university that offered scholarships to foster children and helped me get student loans. It was there that I felt like I found my place. Joey and I happened to be in the same freshman-level biology lab and were lab partners. I’m not sure when we became something more than lab partners. It’s just one of those things that just kind of happened. Every time I look back on it, I cannot help but realize how lucky I was to have him. He is the rock that I have been missing throughout my life.
I get to my feet and make my way into the small office. Joey is bent over a desktop computer entering today’s recipients and payouts into a spreadsheet.
I sit down beside him. “Anything?”
“It was one of our better days,” he answers. He turns away from the computer to face me. “The handmade knitted scarves seem to be our bestseller. We should connect Laurie about sending more.”
“That’s good.” I pick up the pad of paper that we use to order items from and quickly write it down. Laurie is going to be happy. Like us, she has been going through a rough patch. “Anything else we need to order?”
Joey’s eyes narrow as he studies the computer screen. “It looks like we may need to get a few more of the peppermint and pine candles. That church group nearly cleaned us out today.”
Still good news. However, one good day is not enough to make up for the bad days.
“People have been complaining that the restaurant is too slow,” I say. “We are understaffed, but we cannot afford to hire anyone else.” I chew on the end of my pen. “I could pick up some shifts there, but it’s not going to solve the problem long term. They say that the food is good though.”
“Long waits are a problem.” Joey looks back at the numbers. “We can’t afford to cut the hours back either. It’s our biggest moneymaker.”
I sigh. “Why does money have to be so complicated.”
“If it was easy, no one would want to do it.”
“I guess I’ll look at the schedules for the restaurant. Maybe someone would like to pick up another shift.” Even as I spoke the words, I highly doubted it. It’s hard enough to find workers as it is. Plus, we wouldn’t be able to pay them overtime. And it’s the holiday season—no one wants to spend this time at work, especially if they have small children at home.
I rub my temples. There must be an answer to this. We’ve always pulled through, but this year feels different. This year feels like it will most likely be the last. I blink hard, trying to push away the heaviness that settles in my chest.
Who will I be if this whole thing falls apart? Everything that I’ve ever worked for has been poured into this place. Without it, I will be nothing. No, I need to stop thinking this way. I need to focus on the now and not worry about what could happen.
Joey frowns at me. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.”
He doesn’t look like he believes me, but he doesn’t question it.
“Let’s get some rest,” Joey says gently. “We can figure it out in the morning.”
I sigh, standing up and giving the computer one last glance. “Yeah, maybe things will look different in the morning.”
Joey pats my shoulder reassuringly before heading out of the office. I follow, casting a final look at the dimly lit farm outside the window, the snow still falling softly, covering everything in a fragile blanket of white. I hope that tomorrow brings a glimmer of hope along with the morning light.
Later, as I lie beside Joey, he falls asleep easily. I’m jealous of his ability to drift off so quickly, his breaths soon deep and even. I stare out the window, watching the snow fall in silent, mesmerizing patterns. My mind refuses to quiet, thoughts of the future and the farm swirling like the snowflakes outside. The worry gnaws at me, making it impossible to sleep. I can only hope that tomorrow brings a glimmer of hope along with the morning light.
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The next morning, I find myself in the restaurant, the heart of our little Christmas tree farm. It’s a charming place, filled with rustic wooden tables and chairs, each one lovingly crafted by a local carpenter. The walls are adorned with wreaths made from evergreen boughs, interspersed with twinkling fairy lights that give the space a warm, inviting glow. A stone fireplace dominates one wall, its hearth crackling with a cosy fire that spreads warmth throughout the room.
The smell of freshly brewed coffee fills the air, mingling with the rich aroma of cinnamon and nutmeg from the homemade pastries cooling on the counter. There’s a comforting scent of maple syrup, too, from the pancakes being flipped on the griddle, and the savoury smell of bacon sizzling in a pan. It’s a symphony of scents that evokes a sense of home and comfort, making you want to linger just a little longer.
Despite the welcoming atmosphere, it’s a slow day. Only a few tables are occupied. An elderly couple sits near the fireplace, sipping their coffee and sharing a piece of pecan pie, their quiet conversation a gentle murmur in the background. At another table, a father helps his young son with a plate of waffles, both smiling as they talk about their plans for the day.
I glance out the large picture window that overlooks the farm. The fresh snow from last night has transformed the landscape into a sparkling wonderland. The trees stand tall and proud, their branches heavy with a pristine layer of snow. The whole scene looks like it’s been lifted straight from a Christmas card. The morning sunlight catches the snowflakes, making them glisten like tiny diamonds. It's breathtakingly beautiful, a reminder of the magic that this place holds.
Yet, the beauty outside contrasts sharply with the unease I feel inside. I can’t shake the worry about the farm’s future, the uncertainty gnawing at me even as I try to focus on the tasks at hand. The slow day doesn’t help; every empty table feels like a reminder of how precarious our situation is.
I move to the kitchen, where the familiar clatter of pots and pans and the hiss of the coffee machine provide a comforting background noise. Our chef, Maggie, is busy kneading dough for the next batch of bread. She’s been with us for years, her presence a steady anchor in these uncertain times.
“Morning, Daisy,” she says with a warm smile. “Did you see the snow? It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”
I nod, forcing a smile. “It is. Hopefully, it’ll bring more people out to the farm.”
Maggie gives me a reassuring look. “It will. People can’t resist the magic of a fresh snowfall. It’s what makes this place special.”
I hope she’s right. As I move back to the dining area, I catch a whiff of the spiced apple cider simmering on the stove. Its sweet, fragrant aroma wafts through the air, evoking memories of simpler, happier times. It’s a reminder of why I started this farm in the first place—to create a place where people can come together, where they can find joy and make memories.
I look around the restaurant again, taking in the familiar sights and sounds. The soft hum of conversation, the clinking of silverware, the warmth of the fire—it’s all part of the magic of this place. I can only hope that it’s enough to keep us going, the farm and the warmth of the restaurant will continue to draw people in, despite the challenges we face.
As I finish tidying up a table, the door swings open, letting in a blast of cold air and a flurry of snowflakes. Joey steps inside, his cheeks rosy from the cold, carrying a stack of wreaths he’s made this morning. Each wreath is a masterpiece, crafted with a mix of pine, holly, and red berries, and tied with a bright red bow.
“Hey there,” he calls out, his voice cheerful despite the quiet day. “Got some fresh wreaths for the gift shop.”
I smile at him, feeling a little of my anxiety melt away at the sight of his handiwork. “They look beautiful, Joey. People are going to love them.”
He sets the wreaths down carefully on a nearby table and shakes off the snow from his coat. “Let’s hope so. I’ve put my heart into these.”
The aroma of pine from the wreaths mingles with the smells of breakfast, creating an intoxicating blend of scents that fills the room. The fresh greenery adds a festive touch to the restaurant, making it feel even more like Christmas.
Joey glances around the room, his smile fading slightly as he notices the empty tables. “Slow morning, huh?”
“Yeah,” I reply, trying to keep my voice upbeat. “But the snow just started, so maybe more people will come later.”
He nods, though his eyes reflect the same worry I feel. “I’ve been thinking,” he says after a moment. “Maybe we should start offering some wreath-making workshops. It could be a draw, something different to bring people in.”
I consider his idea, feeling a spark of hope. “That’s a great idea, Joey. We can advertise it in the shop and on our website. People love those hands-on holiday activities.”
“Exactly,” he says, brightening. “And it gives them a reason to stay longer, maybe grab a bite to eat or a cup of cider while they’re here.”
I nod, feeling a bit more optimistic. “Let’s get these wreaths displayed and start planning the workshops. We can make this work.”
We spend the next hour setting up the wreaths in the gift shop, arranging them carefully to catch the eye of anyone who comes in. As we work, the restaurant begins to fill slowly, a few more families and couples drawn in by the promise of a hot meal and the festive atmosphere.
By midday, the dining area is buzzing with quiet activity. I catch Joey’s eye across the room and share a smile. The snow outside has continued to fall, adding to the farm’s magical allure, and inside, the warmth and smells of good food create a haven for those seeking a bit of holiday spirit.
As I walk toward the Christmas trees, I notice something different. A crowd of people has surrounded the big Christmas tree and are pointing at something. Curiosity piqued, I make my way over, weaving through the excited throng.
To my amazement, I see a group of reindeer in a pen near the tree. Children whisper excitedly to their parents. “Maybe they’re Santa’s reindeer,” one little girl exclaims.
Before I can process what’s happening, a woman approaches me, her face alight with joy. “This is wonderful! The kids are thrilled. What a great idea!”
I smile politely, but inside, I’m bewildered. I don’t know anything about this. As if on cue, Joey appears beside me, equally astonished.
“This is fantastic!” he exclaims, eyes shining. “Why didn’t you tell me you were planning this?”
“I didn’t,” I reply, shaking my head. “I have no idea what this is.”
We walk together toward the reindeer, who seem surprisingly calm amidst the crowd. One of them, a gentle-looking doe with soft, dark eyes, steps forward and offers us its neck. Around its neck is a bit of ribbon with a note attached. I carefully untie the ribbon and unfold the note.
The handwriting is neat, and the message reads:
Dear Friends,
In the spirit of Christmas magic and the wonder of childhood, these reindeer have come to bring a touch of the North Pole to your beautiful farm. For generations, children have believed in the legend of Santa and his flying reindeer, a belief that fills their hearts with joy and excitement. Let these gentle creatures remind us all the magic of this season, of the beauty of believing in the impossible, and the joy of sharing that wonder with those we love.
Merry Christmas to all, and may the magic of this season stay with you always.
A Friend
I read the note aloud, my voice catching slightly at the unexpected gift. Joey looks at me, his expression a mix of amazement and gratitude.
“This is incredible,” he says softly. “It’s just what we needed.”
I nod, feeling a warmth spread through me. Whoever our mysterious friend is, they’ve brought a piece of magic to our farm that can’t be measured in dollars and cents. As I look around at the smiling faces, the laughter of children, and the gentle reindeer standing quietly, I feel a glimmer of hope. Maybe, just maybe, this unexpected gift will help us through this difficult time.
Joey and I stand together, watching as the children approach the pen, their faces lit with pure delight. For a moment, the worries of the future fade away, replaced by the simple joy of the present. And that, I realize, is the true magic of Christmas.
I cross my arms over my chest.
“What is it?” Joey asks.
“Someone is looking out for us.” My brow deepens. “Who and why?”
Joey wraps his arm around my waist. “Aren’t you the one who always says that we need to believe in the magic of season?”
“I guess.” A reindeer nuzzles a child’s hand as the parents take a picture. I can not help but smile at the child’s delighted giggle and the parents snapping away. This moment will live in their memories for years to come the time when they went to the Christmas tree farm and got to see one of Santa’s reindeer. He will go to school and tell his friends. More people will come.
I need to forget about all the doubts and see it. I need to expect that someone is out there watching me, who cares for me and wants me to succeed in life. It is these moments that matter, not the fear and worry, but to enjoyment of these little moments.
“Did you plan this?” I ask Joey.
“No.”
“Oh. Are you sure you didn’t plan this?”
Joey laughs. “Why would I lie about this?”
As he speaks the words, I know it’s true. Joey has no reason to make anything like this up. It is truly a miracle.
“We should have Amy take some pictures for our social media pages,” Joey says. “We probably could get them printed and framed. People will eat this stuff up.”
“Especially if we take them out into the trees and position them. We could even turn them into handmade holiday cards.” Another group of children approach the reindeer, who stretch out to them like an old friend. “They seem tame enough.”
“I’ll let Amy know.”
“Maybe bring Ross too. He can help with the reindeer.”
Joey knows as he goes in search of Amy and Ross. We really could not get by without them. Amy ran the gift shop and took care of all our social media pages, while Ross did all the groundskeeping. Both went beyond the call of duty without complaining and did more than what they were paid. It broke my heart when I did their payroll. They did so much for so little.
I brush by the people and approach the reindeer. There is something different about them, but I cannot figure out what that is. Reindeer at not native to the area, but, yet, they act like this is home, like they have been here all this time. Once again, my brow deepens. I don’t get it, but maybe that is the point.
Maybe we are not expected to know it all.
!!!
Later that night, after the farm has closed, I walk with Joey, Ross, and Amy. The snow crunches under our boots as we make our way to the reindeer pen. The moon hangs low in the sky, casting a silvery glow over the farm, making everything look even more magical. The air is crisp and clear, our breath visible in the cold night air.
We lead the reindeer around the farm, pausing at different picturesque spots. Amy, armed with her high-level camera, adjusts her settings, ensuring she captures the perfect shots. The reindeer, surprisingly cooperative, stand still and pose as if they understand the importance of this moment.
We start at the large Christmas tree, its lights twinkling like stars against the dark sky. The reindeer stands majestically in front of it, their antlers silhouetted against the glow. Amy crouches down, snapping pictures, the shutter clicking rapidly. Joey stands beside her, holding a lantern that casts a warm light on the scene, enhancing the festive atmosphere.
“This is going to look amazing in the gift shop,” Joey says, his breath fogging in the cold air. “People will love these pictures.”
“I hope so,” I reply, watching as Amy moves to a different angle, capturing the reindeer from the side. “We need all the help we can get.”
We move to the snow-covered fields, where the reindeer’s hooves leave delicate imprints in the fresh snow. Amy takes more photos, capturing the serene beauty of the reindeer against the white landscape. Ross helps guide the reindeer, keeping them calm and steady.
“This one’s perfect,” Amy murmurs, her eye pressed to the viewfinder. “The contrast of the dark fur against the snow is stunning.”
We continue our walk, stopping by the rustic wooden fence that borders the farm. The reindeer nuzzle against the posts, their breath steaming in the cold. Amy captures the moment, the warm light from the lantern creating a beautiful contrast with the cool tones of the night.
As we make our way back towards the restaurant, I can’t help but feel a sense of peace. The reindeer, the snow, the farm—all of it feels like a scene from a dream, a slice of magic that’s come to life. For a few moments, the worries about the farm’s future fade away, replaced by the simple joy of this shared experience.
We arrive at the entrance of the gift shop. Amy takes a few final shots, capturing the reindeer framed by the shop’s welcoming lights. Joey gives the reindeer an affectionate pat, and Ross secures them back in their pen for the night.
“These pictures are going to be amazing,” Amy says, reviewing the shots on her camera’s screen. “I can’t wait to see them printed and up in the shop.”
“Thank you, Amy,” I say, feeling a swell of gratitude. “These photos are going to mean a lot to us.”
She smiles warmly. “Anything to help. We’re all in this together.”
I glance one last time at the reindeer, now peacefully settled in their pen. The night is quiet, the farm bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight.
As we head back toward, the cold air nipping at our cheeks, Joey looks over at me with concern in his eyes. He gently touches my arm, slowing our pace. "What's wrong, Daisy?" he asks, his voice soft.
I force a smile, shaking my head slightly. "Nothing," I say, trying to sound convincing. "Just tired, I guess."
Joey stops walking and turns to face me fully, his brow furrowed. "Daisy, I know you. Something's bothering you."
I look away, my eyes drifting to the reindeer pen where the animals are settling down for the night. The magic of the evening seems to linger in the air, but the worries I’ve been trying to push away resurface, heavy and unavoidable.
"It's just... everything," I finally admit, my voice barely above a whisper. "The farm, the finances, the future. I’m scared, Joey. I don’t know how we’re going to make it."
Joey steps closer, his hand squeezing mine reassuringly. "We'll figure it out, Daisy. We always do. And tonight, with the reindeer and the photos, we’ve got something special here. We just need to keep believing in that magic."
After a while, Ross and Amy say their goodbyes and head home, leaving Joey and me alone. We start back toward our cabin, the cold night air biting at our skin. The snow crunches under our boots, and our breaths form little clouds that quickly dissipate.
As we walk, Joey holds my hand, the warmth of his touch comforting. We’re both lost in our thoughts, the events of the day swirling in our minds. The farm, the reindeer, the uncertain future—it all feels like a heavy burden, but sharing it makes it just a bit lighter.
Suddenly, Joey stops and looks up. “Daisy, look at that!”
I follow his gaze, and my breath catches in my throat. Above us, the sky comes to life in a dazzling display of colours. It looks like the Northern Lights, shimmering waves of green, blue, and purple dancing across the heavens. The beauty is breathtaking, and for a moment, we both just stand there.
“But... we’re nowhere close to where the Northern Lights are visible,” I whisper, unable to tear my eyes away from the mesmerizing spectacle.
Joey doesn’t respond, his eyes fixed on the sky. The lights shift and swirl, transforming into a single line of brilliant colour that stretches across the horizon. It’s as if the very fabric of the night is being woven into a tapestry of pure magic. The line of light pulses once, then slowly fades, disappearing over the horizon, leaving the sky a deep, velvety black once more.
We stand there in silence, the afterglow of the lights lingering in our minds. It felt like a gift, a sign, something beyond our understanding but deeply reassuring.
“What do you think it means?” Joey asks softly, finally breaking the silence.
“I don’t know,” I reply.
As we continue our walk to the cabin, something extraordinary catches our attention again. All around us, the Christmas trees begin to light up, their branches adorned with twinkling lights. We stop in our tracks, staring in amazement. The trees glow with a warm, soft light, casting a magical aura over the snowy landscape.
“Joey, look at that,” I whisper, barely able to believe my eyes. “How is that even possible? There’s no power or electricity out here.”
Joey looks just as stunned as I am. “I have no idea. It’s like… it’s like the trees are alive with their magic.”
We walk slowly among the illuminated trees, the lights casting gentle shadows on the snow. Each tree sparkles as if touched by a fairy’s wand, their lights flickering like stars. The whole farm is transformed into an ethereal wonderland, every tree a beacon of festive cheer and enchantment.
“It’s beautiful,” I say. “This... this is incredible.”
Joey nods, his eyes wide. “It’s like something out of a dream. I’ve never seen anything like it.”
As we move from tree to tree, the lights seem to guide us, creating a path through the farm. The snow underfoot sparkles, reflecting the glow from the trees. We’re surrounded by a serene silence, the only sound of our soft footsteps and the faint rustle of the branches.
We stop and stand in the middle of a circle of glowing trees. Joey turns to me, his face lit up by the magical lights. “Daisy, whatever this is, it’s a sign. We’re not alone in this. There’s magic here, real magic.”
I nod, feeling tears prick in my eyes. “It’s more than just lights and reindeer. It’s like the farm itself is alive, helping us, giving us hope.”
We stand there for a long moment, soaking in the beauty and the magic that surrounds us. The lights on the trees twinkle softly, casting a gentle, comforting glow. It feels like a promise, a reassurance that no matter how hard things get, there’s something special here, something worth fighting for.
Eventually, we make our way back to the cabin, hand in hand. As we step inside and close the door against the cold, the glow from the trees remains with us. We stand on the porch, drinking it all in. This isn’t real. It’s not possible. Yet, it is right in front of our eyes and as real as us.
This is all a dream. It’s a beautiful dream, but that’s all it is. Things like this do not happen outside of books and movies. Magic simply does not exist. However, here it is right in front of us and I am afraid to believe it.
Joey closes the cabin door behind us. “What do you think?”
“I think it’s someone messing with us, but I don’t know. No, they aren’t messing with us. They are trying to give us a gift,” I answer.
“Then, how do you explain the lights?”
“I don’t know.”
Joey kisses the top of my head. “I think we need to take this as a sign.”
!!!
The next morning, the reindeer are still there, waiting to greet today’s customers. Whenever I change the signs in the gift shop and restaurant from close to open, I cannot help but notice that there are already cars in the parking lot.
I look south at the trees, which seem to shine over the snow and sunlight. Even though the sun is out and it is somewhat warm for December, the snow doesn’t seem to be melting. None of it is dripping off the roofs. It remains untouched, like a scene from a Christmas card.
“Good morning, Daisy!” Amy calls out as she comes out of the back office, a laptop in hand. “I just finished uploading the pictures.”
I turn to her, intrigued. “Good.”
“It was easier than I thought,” she says, her brow furrowed slightly. “The pictures, they didn’t need editing.”
“Is that a bad thing?” I ask, confused by her expression.
“Well, no, it saved me a lot of work and it means that I can get them posted sooner.” She hesitates, her frown deepening.
“What is it?” I prompt, sensing there’s more to her story.
“It doesn’t make sense. The time of day that we took them, there should have been a lot of editing, especially with the lighting. It was like they had taken care of themselves.”
“Huh?” I echo.
Amy opens the laptop and turns the screen toward me. “This is how they turned out.”
I lean in to look at the photos, and my breath catches in my throat. Each picture is perfect, almost impossibly so. The reindeer stand proudly against various backdrops of the farm, their fur gleaming and their antlers adorned with snowflakes that sparkle like diamonds. The lighting is flawless, casting a soft, golden glow over everything, as if the sun had set at the perfect angle just for us.
In one photo, the reindeer are posed in front of the large Christmas tree, the twinkling lights from the tree creating a magical, ethereal effect. The reindeer look almost majestic, their eyes bright and curious. The snow around them glows with a faint, silvery light, enhancing the dreamlike quality of the scene.
Another picture shows the reindeer against the snow-covered fields. The contrast between the dark fur of the reindeer and the pristine white snow is striking. The reindeer’s breath is visible in the cold air, a delicate mist that adds to the serene beauty of the image. The snow sparkles under the gentle light, making the whole scene look like a winter wonderland captured in a fairy tale.
There’s a shot of the reindeer by the rustic wooden fence, their heads lifted as if they’re listening to the whispers of the wind. The fence is dusted with snow, and the background is a blur of soft, muted colours, making the reindeer the focal point. The composition is perfect, each element harmoniously blending to create a captivating image.
Finally, the photos taken at the entrance of the gift shop are the most breathtaking. The shop’s welcoming lights illuminate the reindeer, casting a warm, inviting glow. The reindeer’s eyes seem to sparkle with a knowing gleam, and their coats shine with an almost magical lustre. The entire scene radiates a sense of enchantment.
I look up at Amy, my mind reeling. “These are... amazing. It’s like they’ve been touched by magic.”
“I know,” she replies. “I didn’t do anything to them. They just turned out this way.”
We both stand there, staring at the photos. Whatever had happened last night, it wasn’t just our imagination. The magic of the farm, the reindeer, and the lights had been captured perfectly as if to remind us that sometimes, the impossible is just a matter of believing.
“I probably should get those posted them,” Amy says.
“We need to get them printed and framed.”
“I’ll do that. What about turning some of them into cards?”
“Yes. People will eat them up.”
“I’ll get to work then.” Amy turns and disappears back into the back office.
My frown deepens. I see it and believe it, but, yet, my heart isn’t in it. It’s only a matter of time before it all comes crashing down.
I walk over to the counter as the first customers of the day enter the shop. They flock to the table in the middle of the room, which usually holds our best-selling candles. However, it’s not candles they’re picking up, but pieces of fabric. I frown, confused. Our fabric items are typically displayed along the wall, not in the centre of the room.
As I get closer, I see that the table is covered with small blankets, tea towels, hand towels, and washcloths, each adorned with Christmas and winter scenes. Every piece is unique and carefully crafted with intricate designs of snowflakes, reindeer, Christmas trees, and cosy winter cabins. The colours are vibrant, each item looking like a tiny masterpiece.
I start to dig through the pile, my fingers tracing the delicate embroidery on a tea towel featuring a scene of a snowy village at dusk. Next to it, a small blanket depicts a family of reindeer beneath a starry sky, the stitches so fine it looks almost painted. There’s a set of hand towels with jolly snowmen and another set of washcloths with delicate holly and ivy patterns.
Joey comes into the shop, carrying a bundle of frames for Amy’s pictures. He pauses when he sees the crowd gathered around the table. “What’s going on?” he asks, setting the frames down on the counter.
“I’m not sure,” I reply, still sorting through the fabric items. “These weren’t here yesterday, and they’re supposed to be over on the wall.”
Joey joins me at the table, picking up a tea towel with a detailed embroidery of a Christmas tree decorated with tiny ornaments and garlands. “These are amazing,” he says, admiration in his voice. “I don’t remember seeing these before.”
“Neither do I,” I admit. “But look at them. It’s like each one was made specifically for each shopper.”
As we continue to marvel at the items, a woman nearby picks up a small blanket with a scene of children building a snowman. She gasps softly, turning to her friend. “This is perfect for my granddaughter,” she says. “It looks just like our backyard.”
Another customer holds up a tea towel with an intricate pattern of holly and berries, her eyes shining with delight. “I’ve never seen anything like this,” she murmurs. “It’s so beautiful.”
Joey and I exchange a glance, both of us sensing the same magic that had touched the farm the night before. “Maybe this is another gift,” Joey says quietly.
“Maybe,” I agree, smiling as I watch the customers eagerly select their favourite pieces.
“Whatever it is, it’s bringing joy to people. And right now, that’s what matters most.”
Joey nods, and we both turn our attention back to the shoppers, ready to help them find exactly what they’re looking for.
I watch it all unfold in a state of disbelief. The customers pull out items from the pile on the table—items that were not there when I looked just moments ago. One after another, they find exactly what they seem to need: a washcloth with delicate snowflakes for a young boy, a hand towel with a cheerful snowman for an older couple, and a tea towel with a serene winter cabin for a woman who says it reminds her of her childhood home.
My mind races, trying to make sense of it. How could these items appear out of nowhere? How could they be so perfectly matched to each shopper's desires? I want to embrace the magic in front of me, to believe in the enchantment that seems to have taken over our shop, but a part of me struggles against it, insisting that it’s not possible.
“This wasn’t here before,” I mutter under my breath, picking up a hand towel embroidered with a pair of ice skates and holly berries. The detail is exquisite, the colors vibrant and warm. I glance over at Joey, who is busy framing Amy’s pictures, completely absorbed in his task.
“Joey,” I call out softly, not wanting to disturb the customers. “Can you come here for a second?”
He sets down a frame and walks over to me. “What’s up?”
I hold up the hand towel. “These items... they weren’t here when I first looked. People are pulling out things that... that shouldn’t exist.”
Joey’s eyes widen as he looks at the table, now scattered with the new treasures. “That’s... incredible. I don’t know how to explain it, Daisy. It’s like the farm is giving people exactly what they need.”
I want to believe it. I want to believe that the magic is real, that something wonderful is happening here. But my logical mind fights against the idea. “It just doesn’t make sense,” I say, shaking my head. “Things don’t just appear out of nowhere.”
“Maybe they do,” Joey says softly. “Maybe we just need to open ourselves up to the possibility.”
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Author’s Note: Every year, I write a Christmas short story. I usually write romance one-shots. This year I decided to do something a little different. I have chosen to write about a young couple with their own Christmas tree farm and things are not going well for their business. I wanted to bring to life the joy and magic of the season. Before anyone asks, this was inspired by Taylor Swift’s “Christmas Tree Farm.”
There is nothing like the smell of fresh pine on a December day. Christmas trees surround me as I walk through them, touching each branch and ensuring they are nothing less than perfect. Around me the voices of children and families as they find the perfect tree for Santa to place gifts under. The branches are perfect for treasured ornaments, handmade, belonging to people who are gone. Lights dance against the snow as the family gathers around the magical fireplace. It makes my heart feel light.
The grey December sky hangs over me. Snow is coming. I can feel it in my bones. It will only add to the magic.
I cannot help but smile as a little girl dances around a tree. I just checked it, and it looks like it has found its forever home. I have been asked many times if it is hard to see all my work chopped down, carried away, and eventually thrown in the rubbish. If you put it like that, then yes, it is hard. However, the laughter and the joy it brings to everyone make it worth it.
Christmas is supposed to be a time of happiness. It’s not supposed to be a time of sadness.
December is a time of magic. It’s a time when the world stops and pauses. It’s a time of peace and living life the way it is supposed to be lived.
Our Christmas tree farm is nestled in the rolling hills of the countryside, a hidden gem waiting to be discovered. As you approach, the scent of pine wraps around you like a cosy blanket, mingling with the crisp, cold air. The farm stretches out before me, a vast sea of evergreens, each tree standing tall and proud, their branches dusted with a light layer of frost that glistens in the early morning light.
Rows upon rows of trees, perfectly aligned, create a natural labyrinth. The ground beneath is blanketed in a soft layer of snow, crunching underfoot with each step. It feels like walking through a winter wonderland, where every turn reveals a new, enchanting scene. The trees, tall and slender, sway gently in the breeze, whispering secrets to one another.
Families wander through the rows, their laughter and chatter filling the air, a symphony of joy that complements the serene silence of the farm. Children dart between the trees, their cheeks flushed with excitement, their eyes wide. They reach out to touch the branches, their tiny fingers brushing against the needles, leaving a trail of happiness in their wake.
The sky above is a canvas of soft, grey clouds, promising snow. There's a certain magic in the air, a palpable sense of anticipation. It's as if the world is holding its breath, waiting for the first snowflake to fall and transform the farm into a glittering paradise. I can feel it in my bones, a tingling sensation that makes my heart race with childlike excitement.
In the centre of the farm stands a towering tree, its branches heavy with twinkling lights and ornaments that catch the light just right, casting a warm, golden glow. It’s a beacon of Christmas spirit, drawing everyone towards it like a magnet. Beneath its boughs, a small clearing serves as a gathering place, where families pause to sip hot cocoa from steaming mugs, their breath visible in the cold air.
The magic of the farm lies not just in its beauty but in the moments it creates. The sight of a father lifting his daughter onto his shoulders to reach the highest branch, a couple holding hands as they select their first tree together, and the pure, unfiltered joy of children as they run through the trees are the memories that make this place special.
Standing amidst the trees, I can’t help but feel a sense of pride and contentment. This farm is more than just a business; it’s a place where happiness is grown and harvested. Each tree, lovingly nurtured from a tiny sapling, is destined to bring joy into someone’s home.
That, to me, is the true magic of Christmas.
“Still out here I, see?
”
I turn to see my husband of two years standing beside a rather large tree, holding two streaming cups of homemade hot chocolate. It’s the only way to make hot chocolate.
“You know I can’t come in until everything is perfect and everyone has found exactly what they are looking for.” I approach Joey and take one of the cups of hot chocolates from him. I sip it. Perfection. I don’t know how the man does it.
“Daisy.” He kisses the top of my forehead. “You need to relax. Everything is going to be fine.”
Another family passes us.
“You know that things haven’t been well,” I answer once they are gone. “We are losing profits every year.”
“It’s just a rough patch,” Joey responds. “I’ve seen our books. This happens every couple of years and it always works out.
“Joey, it’s been this way for four years now.”
He doesn’t respond. It’s true.
I love this place and I love bringing a bit of Christmas magic into the lives of people, but that does not make money. We are barely able to pay our expenses. Plus, people are starting to lean more and more towards artificial trees each year, which, sadly, I will admit, are a bit more cost-effective. Still, that will not give you the childhood memory of going out to the Christmas tree farm to find the perfect tree.
Adding the gift shop and restaurant has helped too. People love seeing crafts and items from local vendors. Plus, everything at the restaurant is locally grown and homemade. While you can get the same thing much cheaper at a chain store, there is something about human-made and personal gifts that makes people go crazy. I just hope the trend keeps up, or we will not be open next year.
The gift shop is a cosy cabin, its wooden shelves filled with handmade ornaments, wreaths, and other festive decorations. Each item tells a story, crafted with care by local artisans. Customers browse the shop, their eyes lighting up as they find that perfect gift, knowing it's one of a kind. The smell of freshly baked cookies and warm cider wafts through the air, inviting people to linger a little longer, to soak in the holiday spirit.
Next to the shop, the restaurant is a rustic haven, its wooden beams and stone fireplace giving it a homely feel. The menu boasts dishes made from locally sourced ingredients, each bite a testament to the love and effort put into every meal. Families gather around tables, their faces glowing from the warmth of the fire and the joy of sharing a meal. There's a sense of community here, a reminder of simpler times when life moved at a slower pace and connections were made over hearty food and good conversation.
Despite the financial challenges, these additions have brought a new dimension to the farm. They have created a space where people can come not just for a tree, but for an experience. It's a place where memories are made, where the magic of Christmas is tangible. But the worry lingers in the back of my mind – will it be enough to keep us going?
As I watch a family leave with their perfect tree, their faces beaming with happiness, I can't help but feel a pang of uncertainty. This farm is my life's work, a labour of love. The thought of it not being here next year is heartbreaking. But for now, I choose to focus on the smiles, the laughter, and the joy that fills the air. That’s what keeps me going, and I can only hope that it will be enough to carry us through.
Joey watches the family too. “Just hang on.”
I turn away Everything from them and chew on my bottom lip. Those words are easy to say but difficult to believe.
!!!
Later that night, snow begins to fall. It drifts gently from the sky, illuminated by the Christmas lights outside. I sit by the window, watching the flakes dance down, each one a tiny masterpiece. This is perfect—if it doesn’t block the roads. People love getting Christmas trees with a fresh coat of snow on the ground. The soft, white blanket transforms the farm into an even more enchanting wonderland, enhancing the magic of the season.
Joey is in the office going over today’s numbers. I know I should go help him, but I cannot face any more bad news. We barely have enough money to keep the lights on in our small cabin as it is. There must be a way to cut costs and bring in more people. We have an online presence, have done what the experts recommend, and have built up our brand. However, none of it seems to be enough. Maybe it’s time to face facts and admit defeat.
Yet, I cannot let this place go. It’s who I am. It’s everything that I have ever worked for and wanted except Joey. I grew up without a family and spent most of my youth shuffled around from foster home to foster home, school to school, and feeling unwanted. Don’t get me wrong many good families took me in, but I could tell that I didn’t belong. The wall surrounding me and them never fully went down.
I never knew what it was like to feel wanted and loved until I met Joey at university. Like so many other things in my life, the meeting was by chance. I wasn’t supposed to make it to university, but my social worker found a university that offered scholarships to foster children and helped me get student loans. It was there that I felt like I found my place. Joey and I happened to be in the same freshman-level biology lab and were lab partners. I’m not sure when we became something more than lab partners. It’s just one of those things that just kind of happened. Every time I look back on it, I cannot help but realize how lucky I was to have him. He is the rock that I have been missing throughout my life.
I get to my feet and make my way into the small office. Joey is bent over a desktop computer entering today’s recipients and payouts into a spreadsheet.
I sit down beside him. “Anything?”
“It was one of our better days,” he answers. He turns away from the computer to face me. “The handmade knitted scarves seem to be our bestseller. We should connect Laurie about sending more.”
“That’s good.” I pick up the pad of paper that we use to order items from and quickly write it down. Laurie is going to be happy. Like us, she has been going through a rough patch. “Anything else we need to order?”
Joey’s eyes narrow as he studies the computer screen. “It looks like we may need to get a few more of the peppermint and pine candles. That church group nearly cleaned us out today.”
Still good news. However, one good day is not enough to make up for the bad days.
“People have been complaining that the restaurant is too slow,” I say. “We are understaffed, but we cannot afford to hire anyone else.” I chew on the end of my pen. “I could pick up some shifts there, but it’s not going to solve the problem long term. They say that the food is good though.”
“Long waits are a problem.” Joey looks back at the numbers. “We can’t afford to cut the hours back either. It’s our biggest moneymaker.”
I sigh. “Why does money have to be so complicated.”
“If it was easy, no one would want to do it.”
“I guess I’ll look at the schedules for the restaurant. Maybe someone would like to pick up another shift.” Even as I spoke the words, I highly doubted it. It’s hard enough to find workers as it is. Plus, we wouldn’t be able to pay them overtime. And it’s the holiday season—no one wants to spend this time at work, especially if they have small children at home.
I rub my temples. There must be an answer to this. We’ve always pulled through, but this year feels different. This year feels like it will most likely be the last. I blink hard, trying to push away the heaviness that settles in my chest.
Who will I be if this whole thing falls apart? Everything that I’ve ever worked for has been poured into this place. Without it, I will be nothing. No, I need to stop thinking this way. I need to focus on the now and not worry about what could happen.
Joey frowns at me. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.”
He doesn’t look like he believes me, but he doesn’t question it.
“Let’s get some rest,” Joey says gently. “We can figure it out in the morning.”
I sigh, standing up and giving the computer one last glance. “Yeah, maybe things will look different in the morning.”
Joey pats my shoulder reassuringly before heading out of the office. I follow, casting a final look at the dimly lit farm outside the window, the snow still falling softly, covering everything in a fragile blanket of white. I hope that tomorrow brings a glimmer of hope along with the morning light.
Later, as I lie beside Joey, he falls asleep easily. I’m jealous of his ability to drift off so quickly, his breaths soon deep and even. I stare out the window, watching the snow fall in silent, mesmerizing patterns. My mind refuses to quiet, thoughts of the future and the farm swirling like the snowflakes outside. The worry gnaws at me, making it impossible to sleep. I can only hope that tomorrow brings a glimmer of hope along with the morning light.
!!!
The next morning, I find myself in the restaurant, the heart of our little Christmas tree farm. It’s a charming place, filled with rustic wooden tables and chairs, each one lovingly crafted by a local carpenter. The walls are adorned with wreaths made from evergreen boughs, interspersed with twinkling fairy lights that give the space a warm, inviting glow. A stone fireplace dominates one wall, its hearth crackling with a cosy fire that spreads warmth throughout the room.
The smell of freshly brewed coffee fills the air, mingling with the rich aroma of cinnamon and nutmeg from the homemade pastries cooling on the counter. There’s a comforting scent of maple syrup, too, from the pancakes being flipped on the griddle, and the savoury smell of bacon sizzling in a pan. It’s a symphony of scents that evokes a sense of home and comfort, making you want to linger just a little longer.
Despite the welcoming atmosphere, it’s a slow day. Only a few tables are occupied. An elderly couple sits near the fireplace, sipping their coffee and sharing a piece of pecan pie, their quiet conversation a gentle murmur in the background. At another table, a father helps his young son with a plate of waffles, both smiling as they talk about their plans for the day.
I glance out the large picture window that overlooks the farm. The fresh snow from last night has transformed the landscape into a sparkling wonderland. The trees stand tall and proud, their branches heavy with a pristine layer of snow. The whole scene looks like it’s been lifted straight from a Christmas card. The morning sunlight catches the snowflakes, making them glisten like tiny diamonds. It's breathtakingly beautiful, a reminder of the magic that this place holds.
Yet, the beauty outside contrasts sharply with the unease I feel inside. I can’t shake the worry about the farm’s future, the uncertainty gnawing at me even as I try to focus on the tasks at hand. The slow day doesn’t help; every empty table feels like a reminder of how precarious our situation is.
I move to the kitchen, where the familiar clatter of pots and pans and the hiss of the coffee machine provide a comforting background noise. Our chef, Maggie, is busy kneading dough for the next batch of bread. She’s been with us for years, her presence a steady anchor in these uncertain times.
“Morning, Daisy,” she says with a warm smile. “Did you see the snow? It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”
I nod, forcing a smile. “It is. Hopefully, it’ll bring more people out to the farm.”
Maggie gives me a reassuring look. “It will. People can’t resist the magic of a fresh snowfall. It’s what makes this place special.”
I hope she’s right. As I move back to the dining area, I catch a whiff of the spiced apple cider simmering on the stove. Its sweet, fragrant aroma wafts through the air, evoking memories of simpler, happier times. It’s a reminder of why I started this farm in the first place—to create a place where people can come together, where they can find joy and make memories.
I look around the restaurant again, taking in the familiar sights and sounds. The soft hum of conversation, the clinking of silverware, the warmth of the fire—it’s all part of the magic of this place. I can only hope that it’s enough to keep us going, the farm and the warmth of the restaurant will continue to draw people in, despite the challenges we face.
As I finish tidying up a table, the door swings open, letting in a blast of cold air and a flurry of snowflakes. Joey steps inside, his cheeks rosy from the cold, carrying a stack of wreaths he’s made this morning. Each wreath is a masterpiece, crafted with a mix of pine, holly, and red berries, and tied with a bright red bow.
“Hey there,” he calls out, his voice cheerful despite the quiet day. “Got some fresh wreaths for the gift shop.”
I smile at him, feeling a little of my anxiety melt away at the sight of his handiwork. “They look beautiful, Joey. People are going to love them.”
He sets the wreaths down carefully on a nearby table and shakes off the snow from his coat. “Let’s hope so. I’ve put my heart into these.”
The aroma of pine from the wreaths mingles with the smells of breakfast, creating an intoxicating blend of scents that fills the room. The fresh greenery adds a festive touch to the restaurant, making it feel even more like Christmas.
Joey glances around the room, his smile fading slightly as he notices the empty tables. “Slow morning, huh?”
“Yeah,” I reply, trying to keep my voice upbeat. “But the snow just started, so maybe more people will come later.”
He nods, though his eyes reflect the same worry I feel. “I’ve been thinking,” he says after a moment. “Maybe we should start offering some wreath-making workshops. It could be a draw, something different to bring people in.”
I consider his idea, feeling a spark of hope. “That’s a great idea, Joey. We can advertise it in the shop and on our website. People love those hands-on holiday activities.”
“Exactly,” he says, brightening. “And it gives them a reason to stay longer, maybe grab a bite to eat or a cup of cider while they’re here.”
I nod, feeling a bit more optimistic. “Let’s get these wreaths displayed and start planning the workshops. We can make this work.”
We spend the next hour setting up the wreaths in the gift shop, arranging them carefully to catch the eye of anyone who comes in. As we work, the restaurant begins to fill slowly, a few more families and couples drawn in by the promise of a hot meal and the festive atmosphere.
By midday, the dining area is buzzing with quiet activity. I catch Joey’s eye across the room and share a smile. The snow outside has continued to fall, adding to the farm’s magical allure, and inside, the warmth and smells of good food create a haven for those seeking a bit of holiday spirit.
As I walk toward the Christmas trees, I notice something different. A crowd of people has surrounded the big Christmas tree and are pointing at something. Curiosity piqued, I make my way over, weaving through the excited throng.
To my amazement, I see a group of reindeer in a pen near the tree. Children whisper excitedly to their parents. “Maybe they’re Santa’s reindeer,” one little girl exclaims.
Before I can process what’s happening, a woman approaches me, her face alight with joy. “This is wonderful! The kids are thrilled. What a great idea!”
I smile politely, but inside, I’m bewildered. I don’t know anything about this. As if on cue, Joey appears beside me, equally astonished.
“This is fantastic!” he exclaims, eyes shining. “Why didn’t you tell me you were planning this?”
“I didn’t,” I reply, shaking my head. “I have no idea what this is.”
We walk together toward the reindeer, who seem surprisingly calm amidst the crowd. One of them, a gentle-looking doe with soft, dark eyes, steps forward and offers us its neck. Around its neck is a bit of ribbon with a note attached. I carefully untie the ribbon and unfold the note.
The handwriting is neat, and the message reads:
Dear Friends,
In the spirit of Christmas magic and the wonder of childhood, these reindeer have come to bring a touch of the North Pole to your beautiful farm. For generations, children have believed in the legend of Santa and his flying reindeer, a belief that fills their hearts with joy and excitement. Let these gentle creatures remind us all the magic of this season, of the beauty of believing in the impossible, and the joy of sharing that wonder with those we love.
Merry Christmas to all, and may the magic of this season stay with you always.
A Friend
I read the note aloud, my voice catching slightly at the unexpected gift. Joey looks at me, his expression a mix of amazement and gratitude.
“This is incredible,” he says softly. “It’s just what we needed.”
I nod, feeling a warmth spread through me. Whoever our mysterious friend is, they’ve brought a piece of magic to our farm that can’t be measured in dollars and cents. As I look around at the smiling faces, the laughter of children, and the gentle reindeer standing quietly, I feel a glimmer of hope. Maybe, just maybe, this unexpected gift will help us through this difficult time.
Joey and I stand together, watching as the children approach the pen, their faces lit with pure delight. For a moment, the worries of the future fade away, replaced by the simple joy of the present. And that, I realize, is the true magic of Christmas.
I cross my arms over my chest.
“What is it?” Joey asks.
“Someone is looking out for us.” My brow deepens. “Who and why?”
Joey wraps his arm around my waist. “Aren’t you the one who always says that we need to believe in the magic of season?”
“I guess.” A reindeer nuzzles a child’s hand as the parents take a picture. I can not help but smile at the child’s delighted giggle and the parents snapping away. This moment will live in their memories for years to come the time when they went to the Christmas tree farm and got to see one of Santa’s reindeer. He will go to school and tell his friends. More people will come.
I need to forget about all the doubts and see it. I need to expect that someone is out there watching me, who cares for me and wants me to succeed in life. It is these moments that matter, not the fear and worry, but to enjoyment of these little moments.
“Did you plan this?” I ask Joey.
“No.”
“Oh. Are you sure you didn’t plan this?”
Joey laughs. “Why would I lie about this?”
As he speaks the words, I know it’s true. Joey has no reason to make anything like this up. It is truly a miracle.
“We should have Amy take some pictures for our social media pages,” Joey says. “We probably could get them printed and framed. People will eat this stuff up.”
“Especially if we take them out into the trees and position them. We could even turn them into handmade holiday cards.” Another group of children approach the reindeer, who stretch out to them like an old friend. “They seem tame enough.”
“I’ll let Amy know.”
“Maybe bring Ross too. He can help with the reindeer.”
Joey knows as he goes in search of Amy and Ross. We really could not get by without them. Amy ran the gift shop and took care of all our social media pages, while Ross did all the groundskeeping. Both went beyond the call of duty without complaining and did more than what they were paid. It broke my heart when I did their payroll. They did so much for so little.
I brush by the people and approach the reindeer. There is something different about them, but I cannot figure out what that is. Reindeer at not native to the area, but, yet, they act like this is home, like they have been here all this time. Once again, my brow deepens. I don’t get it, but maybe that is the point.
Maybe we are not expected to know it all.
!!!
Later that night, after the farm has closed, I walk with Joey, Ross, and Amy. The snow crunches under our boots as we make our way to the reindeer pen. The moon hangs low in the sky, casting a silvery glow over the farm, making everything look even more magical. The air is crisp and clear, our breath visible in the cold night air.
We lead the reindeer around the farm, pausing at different picturesque spots. Amy, armed with her high-level camera, adjusts her settings, ensuring she captures the perfect shots. The reindeer, surprisingly cooperative, stand still and pose as if they understand the importance of this moment.
We start at the large Christmas tree, its lights twinkling like stars against the dark sky. The reindeer stands majestically in front of it, their antlers silhouetted against the glow. Amy crouches down, snapping pictures, the shutter clicking rapidly. Joey stands beside her, holding a lantern that casts a warm light on the scene, enhancing the festive atmosphere.
“This is going to look amazing in the gift shop,” Joey says, his breath fogging in the cold air. “People will love these pictures.”
“I hope so,” I reply, watching as Amy moves to a different angle, capturing the reindeer from the side. “We need all the help we can get.”
We move to the snow-covered fields, where the reindeer’s hooves leave delicate imprints in the fresh snow. Amy takes more photos, capturing the serene beauty of the reindeer against the white landscape. Ross helps guide the reindeer, keeping them calm and steady.
“This one’s perfect,” Amy murmurs, her eye pressed to the viewfinder. “The contrast of the dark fur against the snow is stunning.”
We continue our walk, stopping by the rustic wooden fence that borders the farm. The reindeer nuzzle against the posts, their breath steaming in the cold. Amy captures the moment, the warm light from the lantern creating a beautiful contrast with the cool tones of the night.
As we make our way back towards the restaurant, I can’t help but feel a sense of peace. The reindeer, the snow, the farm—all of it feels like a scene from a dream, a slice of magic that’s come to life. For a few moments, the worries about the farm’s future fade away, replaced by the simple joy of this shared experience.
We arrive at the entrance of the gift shop. Amy takes a few final shots, capturing the reindeer framed by the shop’s welcoming lights. Joey gives the reindeer an affectionate pat, and Ross secures them back in their pen for the night.
“These pictures are going to be amazing,” Amy says, reviewing the shots on her camera’s screen. “I can’t wait to see them printed and up in the shop.”
“Thank you, Amy,” I say, feeling a swell of gratitude. “These photos are going to mean a lot to us.”
She smiles warmly. “Anything to help. We’re all in this together.”
I glance one last time at the reindeer, now peacefully settled in their pen. The night is quiet, the farm bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight.
As we head back toward, the cold air nipping at our cheeks, Joey looks over at me with concern in his eyes. He gently touches my arm, slowing our pace. "What's wrong, Daisy?" he asks, his voice soft.
I force a smile, shaking my head slightly. "Nothing," I say, trying to sound convincing. "Just tired, I guess."
Joey stops walking and turns to face me fully, his brow furrowed. "Daisy, I know you. Something's bothering you."
I look away, my eyes drifting to the reindeer pen where the animals are settling down for the night. The magic of the evening seems to linger in the air, but the worries I’ve been trying to push away resurface, heavy and unavoidable.
"It's just... everything," I finally admit, my voice barely above a whisper. "The farm, the finances, the future. I’m scared, Joey. I don’t know how we’re going to make it."
Joey steps closer, his hand squeezing mine reassuringly. "We'll figure it out, Daisy. We always do. And tonight, with the reindeer and the photos, we’ve got something special here. We just need to keep believing in that magic."
After a while, Ross and Amy say their goodbyes and head home, leaving Joey and me alone. We start back toward our cabin, the cold night air biting at our skin. The snow crunches under our boots, and our breaths form little clouds that quickly dissipate.
As we walk, Joey holds my hand, the warmth of his touch comforting. We’re both lost in our thoughts, the events of the day swirling in our minds. The farm, the reindeer, the uncertain future—it all feels like a heavy burden, but sharing it makes it just a bit lighter.
Suddenly, Joey stops and looks up. “Daisy, look at that!”
I follow his gaze, and my breath catches in my throat. Above us, the sky comes to life in a dazzling display of colours. It looks like the Northern Lights, shimmering waves of green, blue, and purple dancing across the heavens. The beauty is breathtaking, and for a moment, we both just stand there.
“But... we’re nowhere close to where the Northern Lights are visible,” I whisper, unable to tear my eyes away from the mesmerizing spectacle.
Joey doesn’t respond, his eyes fixed on the sky. The lights shift and swirl, transforming into a single line of brilliant colour that stretches across the horizon. It’s as if the very fabric of the night is being woven into a tapestry of pure magic. The line of light pulses once, then slowly fades, disappearing over the horizon, leaving the sky a deep, velvety black once more.
We stand there in silence, the afterglow of the lights lingering in our minds. It felt like a gift, a sign, something beyond our understanding but deeply reassuring.
“What do you think it means?” Joey asks softly, finally breaking the silence.
“I don’t know,” I reply.
As we continue our walk to the cabin, something extraordinary catches our attention again. All around us, the Christmas trees begin to light up, their branches adorned with twinkling lights. We stop in our tracks, staring in amazement. The trees glow with a warm, soft light, casting a magical aura over the snowy landscape.
“Joey, look at that,” I whisper, barely able to believe my eyes. “How is that even possible? There’s no power or electricity out here.”
Joey looks just as stunned as I am. “I have no idea. It’s like… it’s like the trees are alive with their magic.”
We walk slowly among the illuminated trees, the lights casting gentle shadows on the snow. Each tree sparkles as if touched by a fairy’s wand, their lights flickering like stars. The whole farm is transformed into an ethereal wonderland, every tree a beacon of festive cheer and enchantment.
“It’s beautiful,” I say. “This... this is incredible.”
Joey nods, his eyes wide. “It’s like something out of a dream. I’ve never seen anything like it.”
As we move from tree to tree, the lights seem to guide us, creating a path through the farm. The snow underfoot sparkles, reflecting the glow from the trees. We’re surrounded by a serene silence, the only sound of our soft footsteps and the faint rustle of the branches.
We stop and stand in the middle of a circle of glowing trees. Joey turns to me, his face lit up by the magical lights. “Daisy, whatever this is, it’s a sign. We’re not alone in this. There’s magic here, real magic.”
I nod, feeling tears prick in my eyes. “It’s more than just lights and reindeer. It’s like the farm itself is alive, helping us, giving us hope.”
We stand there for a long moment, soaking in the beauty and the magic that surrounds us. The lights on the trees twinkle softly, casting a gentle, comforting glow. It feels like a promise, a reassurance that no matter how hard things get, there’s something special here, something worth fighting for.
Eventually, we make our way back to the cabin, hand in hand. As we step inside and close the door against the cold, the glow from the trees remains with us. We stand on the porch, drinking it all in. This isn’t real. It’s not possible. Yet, it is right in front of our eyes and as real as us.
This is all a dream. It’s a beautiful dream, but that’s all it is. Things like this do not happen outside of books and movies. Magic simply does not exist. However, here it is right in front of us and I am afraid to believe it.
Joey closes the cabin door behind us. “What do you think?”
“I think it’s someone messing with us, but I don’t know. No, they aren’t messing with us. They are trying to give us a gift,” I answer.
“Then, how do you explain the lights?”
“I don’t know.”
Joey kisses the top of my head. “I think we need to take this as a sign.”
!!!
The next morning, the reindeer are still there, waiting to greet today’s customers. Whenever I change the signs in the gift shop and restaurant from close to open, I cannot help but notice that there are already cars in the parking lot.
I look south at the trees, which seem to shine over the snow and sunlight. Even though the sun is out and it is somewhat warm for December, the snow doesn’t seem to be melting. None of it is dripping off the roofs. It remains untouched, like a scene from a Christmas card.
“Good morning, Daisy!” Amy calls out as she comes out of the back office, a laptop in hand. “I just finished uploading the pictures.”
I turn to her, intrigued. “Good.”
“It was easier than I thought,” she says, her brow furrowed slightly. “The pictures, they didn’t need editing.”
“Is that a bad thing?” I ask, confused by her expression.
“Well, no, it saved me a lot of work and it means that I can get them posted sooner.” She hesitates, her frown deepening.
“What is it?” I prompt, sensing there’s more to her story.
“It doesn’t make sense. The time of day that we took them, there should have been a lot of editing, especially with the lighting. It was like they had taken care of themselves.”
“Huh?” I echo.
Amy opens the laptop and turns the screen toward me. “This is how they turned out.”
I lean in to look at the photos, and my breath catches in my throat. Each picture is perfect, almost impossibly so. The reindeer stand proudly against various backdrops of the farm, their fur gleaming and their antlers adorned with snowflakes that sparkle like diamonds. The lighting is flawless, casting a soft, golden glow over everything, as if the sun had set at the perfect angle just for us.
In one photo, the reindeer are posed in front of the large Christmas tree, the twinkling lights from the tree creating a magical, ethereal effect. The reindeer look almost majestic, their eyes bright and curious. The snow around them glows with a faint, silvery light, enhancing the dreamlike quality of the scene.
Another picture shows the reindeer against the snow-covered fields. The contrast between the dark fur of the reindeer and the pristine white snow is striking. The reindeer’s breath is visible in the cold air, a delicate mist that adds to the serene beauty of the image. The snow sparkles under the gentle light, making the whole scene look like a winter wonderland captured in a fairy tale.
There’s a shot of the reindeer by the rustic wooden fence, their heads lifted as if they’re listening to the whispers of the wind. The fence is dusted with snow, and the background is a blur of soft, muted colours, making the reindeer the focal point. The composition is perfect, each element harmoniously blending to create a captivating image.
Finally, the photos taken at the entrance of the gift shop are the most breathtaking. The shop’s welcoming lights illuminate the reindeer, casting a warm, inviting glow. The reindeer’s eyes seem to sparkle with a knowing gleam, and their coats shine with an almost magical lustre. The entire scene radiates a sense of enchantment.
I look up at Amy, my mind reeling. “These are... amazing. It’s like they’ve been touched by magic.”
“I know,” she replies. “I didn’t do anything to them. They just turned out this way.”
We both stand there, staring at the photos. Whatever had happened last night, it wasn’t just our imagination. The magic of the farm, the reindeer, and the lights had been captured perfectly as if to remind us that sometimes, the impossible is just a matter of believing.
“I probably should get those posted them,” Amy says.
“We need to get them printed and framed.”
“I’ll do that. What about turning some of them into cards?”
“Yes. People will eat them up.”
“I’ll get to work then.” Amy turns and disappears back into the back office.
My frown deepens. I see it and believe it, but, yet, my heart isn’t in it. It’s only a matter of time before it all comes crashing down.
I walk over to the counter as the first customers of the day enter the shop. They flock to the table in the middle of the room, which usually holds our best-selling candles. However, it’s not candles they’re picking up, but pieces of fabric. I frown, confused. Our fabric items are typically displayed along the wall, not in the centre of the room.
As I get closer, I see that the table is covered with small blankets, tea towels, hand towels, and washcloths, each adorned with Christmas and winter scenes. Every piece is unique and carefully crafted with intricate designs of snowflakes, reindeer, Christmas trees, and cosy winter cabins. The colours are vibrant, each item looking like a tiny masterpiece.
I start to dig through the pile, my fingers tracing the delicate embroidery on a tea towel featuring a scene of a snowy village at dusk. Next to it, a small blanket depicts a family of reindeer beneath a starry sky, the stitches so fine it looks almost painted. There’s a set of hand towels with jolly snowmen and another set of washcloths with delicate holly and ivy patterns.
Joey comes into the shop, carrying a bundle of frames for Amy’s pictures. He pauses when he sees the crowd gathered around the table. “What’s going on?” he asks, setting the frames down on the counter.
“I’m not sure,” I reply, still sorting through the fabric items. “These weren’t here yesterday, and they’re supposed to be over on the wall.”
Joey joins me at the table, picking up a tea towel with a detailed embroidery of a Christmas tree decorated with tiny ornaments and garlands. “These are amazing,” he says, admiration in his voice. “I don’t remember seeing these before.”
“Neither do I,” I admit. “But look at them. It’s like each one was made specifically for each shopper.”
As we continue to marvel at the items, a woman nearby picks up a small blanket with a scene of children building a snowman. She gasps softly, turning to her friend. “This is perfect for my granddaughter,” she says. “It looks just like our backyard.”
Another customer holds up a tea towel with an intricate pattern of holly and berries, her eyes shining with delight. “I’ve never seen anything like this,” she murmurs. “It’s so beautiful.”
Joey and I exchange a glance, both of us sensing the same magic that had touched the farm the night before. “Maybe this is another gift,” Joey says quietly.
“Maybe,” I agree, smiling as I watch the customers eagerly select their favourite pieces.
“Whatever it is, it’s bringing joy to people. And right now, that’s what matters most.”
Joey nods, and we both turn our attention back to the shoppers, ready to help them find exactly what they’re looking for.
I watch it all unfold in a state of disbelief. The customers pull out items from the pile on the table—items that were not there when I looked just moments ago. One after another, they find exactly what they seem to need: a washcloth with delicate snowflakes for a young boy, a hand towel with a cheerful snowman for an older couple, and a tea towel with a serene winter cabin for a woman who says it reminds her of her childhood home.
My mind races, trying to make sense of it. How could these items appear out of nowhere? How could they be so perfectly matched to each shopper's desires? I want to embrace the magic in front of me, to believe in the enchantment that seems to have taken over our shop, but a part of me struggles against it, insisting that it’s not possible.
“This wasn’t here before,” I mutter under my breath, picking up a hand towel embroidered with a pair of ice skates and holly berries. The detail is exquisite, the colors vibrant and warm. I glance over at Joey, who is busy framing Amy’s pictures, completely absorbed in his task.
“Joey,” I call out softly, not wanting to disturb the customers. “Can you come here for a second?”
He sets down a frame and walks over to me. “What’s up?”
I hold up the hand towel. “These items... they weren’t here when I first looked. People are pulling out things that... that shouldn’t exist.”
Joey’s eyes widen as he looks at the table, now scattered with the new treasures. “That’s... incredible. I don’t know how to explain it, Daisy. It’s like the farm is giving people exactly what they need.”
I want to believe it. I want to believe that the magic is real, that something wonderful is happening here. But my logical mind fights against the idea. “It just doesn’t make sense,” I say, shaking my head. “Things don’t just appear out of nowhere.”
“Maybe they do,” Joey says softly. “Maybe we just need to open ourselves up to the possibility.”
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December 17, 2024
New Youtube Video: ASMR Christmas Water Battle Tapping, Shaking, and Blowing Bubbles
New Youtube Video: ASMR Christmas Water Battle Tapping, Shaking, and Blowing Bubbles
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Hello everyone! Today I am bringing you another ASMR video-ASMR Christmas Water Battle Tapping, Shaking, and Blowing Bubbles . Fall asleep and relax in ten minutes.
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December 10, 2024
New Youtube Video: La Nina vs El Nino: An Earth Science Lesson
New Youtube Video: La Nina vs El Nino: An Earth Science Lesson
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Today I am doing a short video lesson on the differences between la nina and el nino!
Subject: Science, Earth Science
Topic: Science, Earth Science, Weather, Climate
Grades: 5th-9th
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December 9, 2024
New Youtube Video: Amazing Christmas Light Display 2024
New Youtube Video: Amazing Christmas Light Display 2024
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Link: https://youtu.be/OrRJvHCdFhU
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Hello all and happy holidays! Today I am doing a short Christmas vlog (It’s been awhile.) I am taking you down a country road to look at a house with over 120,000 Christmas lights. I hope it brings you and your family some holiday cheer.
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Hello all and happy holidays! Today I am doing a short Christmas vlog (It’s been awhile.) I am taking you down a country road to look at a house with over 120,000 Christmas lights. I hope it brings you and your family some holiday cheer.
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December 7, 2024
New Medium Article: The Use of Foreshadowing in Death Note
Happy Saturday all! I just wanted to let you know I posted a new Medium article on my page. This one is on Death Note and it's use of foreshadowing. Below is the link to the full article, as well as a sneak peek.
All my Medium articles are currently free.
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Sneak Peek:
This article contains spoilers for the Death Note manga series. This article is based on the manga series, not the anime show.
The Death Note manga, created by Tsugumi Ohba and Takeshi Obata, is renowned for its intricate storytelling, psychological depth, and compelling characters. One of the key literary techniques employed throughout the series is foreshadowing. By strategically hinting at future events, the authors create suspense, add complexity to the narrative, and keep readers engaged. In this article, we will explore the effective use of foreshadowing in Death Note, highlighting key examples and their impact on the story.
From the very beginning of the manga, foreshadowing sets the tone for the dark and suspenseful journey ahead. When Light Yagami, the protagonist, discovers the Death Note — a supernatural notebook with the power to kill — he encounters Ryuk, the Shinigami (death god) who dropped it into the human world. In their initial conversation, Ryuk warns Light that using the Death Note will lead to nothing but despair. This ominous statement is a crucial foreshadowing device, hinting at the moral complexities and devastating consequences that will unfold as Light embraces his newfound power.
Foreshadowing is also utilised to create intrigue surrounding the enigmatic character L, the world-renowned detective who takes on the task of tracking down Kira — the name given to Light by the public as he uses the Death Note to carry out a series of vigilante killings. Throughout the early parts of the manga, L’s true identity is concealed, and his face is consistently hidden or obscured. This deliberate visual technique leaves readers guessing and creates an air of mystery around L’s character. It also foreshadows the eventual reveal that L is, in fact, a brilliant detective named L Lawliet, adding a layer of anticipation to the narrative.
Another notable instance of foreshadowing in Death Note involves the introduction of Misa Amane, the second Kira. When Misa appears, it is revealed that she possesses a second Death Note, which she obtained from a different Shinigami named Rem. This revelation foreshadows the complex interplay and rivalry that will unfold between Light and Misa as they work together to achieve their respective goals. Misa’s presence introduces a new dynamic into the story, creating a web of alliances and betrayals that adds to the overall suspense.
The use of foreshadowing extends beyond individual characters to the broader narrative structure and plot developments. For instance, the appearance of Near, one of the main characters introduced in the second half of the manga, holds significant foreshadowing elements. Near’s physical appearance bears a striking resemblance to L, with his pale complexion, dishevelled hair, and habit of sitting in a similar crouched posture. This deliberate similarity foreshadows the parallels between the two characters and sets up Near as one of Light’s primary adversaries in the latter half of the story.
Serena
All my Medium articles are currently free.
Link: https://medium.com/@alysonserenastone...
Sneak Peek:
This article contains spoilers for the Death Note manga series. This article is based on the manga series, not the anime show.
The Death Note manga, created by Tsugumi Ohba and Takeshi Obata, is renowned for its intricate storytelling, psychological depth, and compelling characters. One of the key literary techniques employed throughout the series is foreshadowing. By strategically hinting at future events, the authors create suspense, add complexity to the narrative, and keep readers engaged. In this article, we will explore the effective use of foreshadowing in Death Note, highlighting key examples and their impact on the story.
From the very beginning of the manga, foreshadowing sets the tone for the dark and suspenseful journey ahead. When Light Yagami, the protagonist, discovers the Death Note — a supernatural notebook with the power to kill — he encounters Ryuk, the Shinigami (death god) who dropped it into the human world. In their initial conversation, Ryuk warns Light that using the Death Note will lead to nothing but despair. This ominous statement is a crucial foreshadowing device, hinting at the moral complexities and devastating consequences that will unfold as Light embraces his newfound power.
Foreshadowing is also utilised to create intrigue surrounding the enigmatic character L, the world-renowned detective who takes on the task of tracking down Kira — the name given to Light by the public as he uses the Death Note to carry out a series of vigilante killings. Throughout the early parts of the manga, L’s true identity is concealed, and his face is consistently hidden or obscured. This deliberate visual technique leaves readers guessing and creates an air of mystery around L’s character. It also foreshadows the eventual reveal that L is, in fact, a brilliant detective named L Lawliet, adding a layer of anticipation to the narrative.
Another notable instance of foreshadowing in Death Note involves the introduction of Misa Amane, the second Kira. When Misa appears, it is revealed that she possesses a second Death Note, which she obtained from a different Shinigami named Rem. This revelation foreshadows the complex interplay and rivalry that will unfold between Light and Misa as they work together to achieve their respective goals. Misa’s presence introduces a new dynamic into the story, creating a web of alliances and betrayals that adds to the overall suspense.
The use of foreshadowing extends beyond individual characters to the broader narrative structure and plot developments. For instance, the appearance of Near, one of the main characters introduced in the second half of the manga, holds significant foreshadowing elements. Near’s physical appearance bears a striking resemblance to L, with his pale complexion, dishevelled hair, and habit of sitting in a similar crouched posture. This deliberate similarity foreshadows the parallels between the two characters and sets up Near as one of Light’s primary adversaries in the latter half of the story.
Serena
December 3, 2024
New Youtube Video: ASMR Relax and Listen to the Rain and Background House Noises
New Youtube Video: ASMR Relax and Listen to the Rain and Background House Noises
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Link: https://youtu.be/KlZdqaWp-Pw
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Hello everyone! Today I am bringing you another ASMR video-ASMR Relax and Listen to the Rain and Background House Noises . Fall asleep and relax in ten minutes.
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Hello everyone! Today I am bringing you another ASMR video-ASMR Relax and Listen to the Rain and Background House Noises . Fall asleep and relax in ten minutes.
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Publishers, authors, and companies-I do take requests for reviews, interviews, product endorsements, and etc. Check on my livejournal page for more information as to what content I am looking for. Dates do fill up quickly-I only like to feature on thing a day so you aren’t overlooked.
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November 26, 2024
New Youtube Video: ASMR Relax and Sleep to Night and Home Background Sounds
New Youtube Video: ASMR Relax and Sleep to Night and Home Background Sounds
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Link: https://youtu.be/gAPEmy59x-A
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Hello everyone! Today I am bringing you another ASMR video-ASMR Relax and Sleep to Night and Home Background Sounds. Fall asleep and relax in ten minutes.
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Hello everyone! Today I am bringing you another ASMR video-ASMR Relax and Sleep to Night and Home Background Sounds. Fall asleep and relax in ten minutes.
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Publishers, authors, and companies-I do take requests for reviews, interviews, product endorsements, and etc. Check on my livejournal page for more information as to what content I am looking for. Dates do fill up quickly-I only like to feature on thing a day so you aren’t overlooked.
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November 22, 2024
New Medium Article: The Interplay of Fear, Isolation, and Misunderstanding: Demons and Humans in The Promised Neverland
Happy Friday everyone! I just wanted to let you know that I just posted a new Medium article on my page. Below is a sneak peek, as well as the link to the full article.
My articles are all currently free on Medium.
Serena
Link: https://alysonserenastone.medium.com/...
Sneak Peek:
Author’s Note: This article contains spoilers for The Promised Neverland manga by Kaiu Shirai.
The Promised Neverland, written by Kaiu Shirai and illustrated by Posuka Demizu, is a compelling narrative that explores the intricate dynamics between demons and humans, interwoven with themes of fear, isolation, and profound misunderstanding. The story revolves around the children of Grace Field House, who discover the harrowing truth about their existence as livestock for demons. As the tale unfolds, the symbiotic relationship between these two seemingly disparate species comes to light, shaping the narrative's climax and resolution.
Fear is an omnipresent force in the world of The Promised Neverland. Demons, often depicted as the harbingers of terror, also grapple with their fears. The Grace Field House orphans, primarily Emma, Norman, and Ray, navigate a labyrinth of deception and imminent danger as they unravel the mysteries surrounding their existence.
The demons, lurking in the shadows, fear the unknown represented by the humans. They dread the idea of rebellion, a spark of defiance that could shatter the status quo. The characters, such as Isabella, convey a palpable fear of losing control, mirrored in her desperate attempts to maintain the facade of a caring mother while concealing her allegiance to the demons.
On the other side, the orphans' fear of the demons is etched into the very fabric of their existence. The ominous silhouette of the demons, portrayed with grotesque features, serves as a constant reminder of the lurking peril. This fear catalyzes the orphans' resourcefulness and resilience, driving them to escape the clutches of the demons.
Fear is a potent force that permeates every corner of The Promised Neverland. For humans, the fear of being consumed by demons is a constant undercurrent, an ever-present threat that hangs heavily over their lives. The Grace Field children, notably Emma, Ray, and Norman, confront this fear head-on as they unravel the mysteries of their world. The demonic pursuit of human flesh becomes a chilling manifestation of the unknown, driving the characters to navigate a world fraught with peril.
Conversely, demons grapple with their apprehensions. The scarcity of premium-quality human meat and the looming spectre of degeneration prompt demons to seek sustainable solutions. Their fear of the unknown future fuels the creation of the "Promise," a delicate balance that restrains them from hunting humans in exchange for a regular supply of high-quality, artificially bred children.
Isolation is a recurring motif, manifesting both physically and emotionally. The children of Grace Field House, initially isolated within the confines of their idyllic orphanage, face existential isolation upon discovering the truth about their world. The outside world, once a distant concept, becomes a realm of terror, forcing them to confront their vulnerability and seek a means of escape. The Grace Field House itself serves as a microcosm of isolation, where children live under the illusion of a perfect haven, only to discover the sinister truth. Emma and her comrades experience the chilling isolation of being hunted, facing a world where the only certainty is uncertainty.
Simultaneously, demons experience their isolation. The "Promise" is an isolating force that separates them from the fulfilment of their primal desires. Their society, driven by a hierarchical structure based on the quality of consumed human meat, further isolates individuals within their kind. The demons' hierarchical society, as seen with characters like Lord Bayon, further isolates individuals based on their ability to procure high-quality human meat. This isolation, be it the children in the demon-infested world or the demons constrained by the "Promise," serves as a poignant parallel that binds the two species in a shared struggle. The demons' insatiable hunger for human flesh isolates them from any possibility of understanding or coexistence with humans. This isolation becomes a self-imposed prison, trapping demons in a cycle of perpetual consumption and detachment.
Misunderstanding forms the crux of the conflict between demons and humans in The Promised Neverland. The children, initially perceiving demons as malevolent beings, gradually come to understand the nuances of demon society. The revelation of demons who seek coexistence rather than consumption challenges the children's preconceived notions, highlighting the depth of their misunderstanding.
My articles are all currently free on Medium.
Serena
Link: https://alysonserenastone.medium.com/...
Sneak Peek:
Author’s Note: This article contains spoilers for The Promised Neverland manga by Kaiu Shirai.
The Promised Neverland, written by Kaiu Shirai and illustrated by Posuka Demizu, is a compelling narrative that explores the intricate dynamics between demons and humans, interwoven with themes of fear, isolation, and profound misunderstanding. The story revolves around the children of Grace Field House, who discover the harrowing truth about their existence as livestock for demons. As the tale unfolds, the symbiotic relationship between these two seemingly disparate species comes to light, shaping the narrative's climax and resolution.
Fear is an omnipresent force in the world of The Promised Neverland. Demons, often depicted as the harbingers of terror, also grapple with their fears. The Grace Field House orphans, primarily Emma, Norman, and Ray, navigate a labyrinth of deception and imminent danger as they unravel the mysteries surrounding their existence.
The demons, lurking in the shadows, fear the unknown represented by the humans. They dread the idea of rebellion, a spark of defiance that could shatter the status quo. The characters, such as Isabella, convey a palpable fear of losing control, mirrored in her desperate attempts to maintain the facade of a caring mother while concealing her allegiance to the demons.
On the other side, the orphans' fear of the demons is etched into the very fabric of their existence. The ominous silhouette of the demons, portrayed with grotesque features, serves as a constant reminder of the lurking peril. This fear catalyzes the orphans' resourcefulness and resilience, driving them to escape the clutches of the demons.
Fear is a potent force that permeates every corner of The Promised Neverland. For humans, the fear of being consumed by demons is a constant undercurrent, an ever-present threat that hangs heavily over their lives. The Grace Field children, notably Emma, Ray, and Norman, confront this fear head-on as they unravel the mysteries of their world. The demonic pursuit of human flesh becomes a chilling manifestation of the unknown, driving the characters to navigate a world fraught with peril.
Conversely, demons grapple with their apprehensions. The scarcity of premium-quality human meat and the looming spectre of degeneration prompt demons to seek sustainable solutions. Their fear of the unknown future fuels the creation of the "Promise," a delicate balance that restrains them from hunting humans in exchange for a regular supply of high-quality, artificially bred children.
Isolation is a recurring motif, manifesting both physically and emotionally. The children of Grace Field House, initially isolated within the confines of their idyllic orphanage, face existential isolation upon discovering the truth about their world. The outside world, once a distant concept, becomes a realm of terror, forcing them to confront their vulnerability and seek a means of escape. The Grace Field House itself serves as a microcosm of isolation, where children live under the illusion of a perfect haven, only to discover the sinister truth. Emma and her comrades experience the chilling isolation of being hunted, facing a world where the only certainty is uncertainty.
Simultaneously, demons experience their isolation. The "Promise" is an isolating force that separates them from the fulfilment of their primal desires. Their society, driven by a hierarchical structure based on the quality of consumed human meat, further isolates individuals within their kind. The demons' hierarchical society, as seen with characters like Lord Bayon, further isolates individuals based on their ability to procure high-quality human meat. This isolation, be it the children in the demon-infested world or the demons constrained by the "Promise," serves as a poignant parallel that binds the two species in a shared struggle. The demons' insatiable hunger for human flesh isolates them from any possibility of understanding or coexistence with humans. This isolation becomes a self-imposed prison, trapping demons in a cycle of perpetual consumption and detachment.
Misunderstanding forms the crux of the conflict between demons and humans in The Promised Neverland. The children, initially perceiving demons as malevolent beings, gradually come to understand the nuances of demon society. The revelation of demons who seek coexistence rather than consumption challenges the children's preconceived notions, highlighting the depth of their misunderstanding.
