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FERNE AND CHOCOLATE AND THE CHRISTMAS CAROL by Vivien Steels

Posted on November 22, 2018 at 6:15 AM



'Chocolate and The Snow Globe' © Vivien Steels



STORY FIVE


FERNE AND CHOCOLATE AND THE CHRISTMAS KAROL



Chapter 1

 

“I love Christmas!” shouted Ferne as she danced across the kitchen. “Only two weeks until Christmas Day.”

She picked up then hugged Chocolate, her dark brown fluffy cat and hugged her. Chocolate was wearing a Christmas collar with red mice and holly leaves all round it.

Ferne was wearing a special Christmas jumper her mother had finished knitting it for her only last week. It was in scarlet red wool with a high roll neck. Patterns of reindeer raced round the yoke. Red was her favourite colour.

Chocolate wriggled her whiskers, purred and pushed her wet nose into Ferne’s cheek.

“I love Christmas trees, Christmas cards, Christmas candles, Christmas carols, Christmas presents, Christmas snow, Christmas dinner and I love Christmas Chocolate,” chanted Ferne laughing.

Chocolate purred louder.

“Don’t you love Christmas, Frankie?” Her elder sister was sitting at the kitchen table writing a list of people to send cards to.

“Yes, I like Christmas.”

“I hope you’ve put Chocolate on your card list.”

“I don’t send cards to animals, silly.” 

“But Chocolate is part of the family and we always send cards to our family.”

“Mum,” whined Frankie, “can you tell Ferne to stop pestering me? I’m busy.”

Ferne’s mother was looking in the cupboard under the stairs. It was where she put all the tree decorations in bags when the Christmas tree was taken down.

“Ferne, can you come and help me? Bring the torch for me. It’s in the bottom drawer near the sink.”

Ferne opened the bottom drawer. Chocolate started scrabbling in the drawer with her paws. A large spider jumped out over the side and ran to hide under the washing machine. Chocolate chased it.

Ferne picked up the red and black torch and went into the hall. All she could see was her mother’s bottom. It was swaying from side to side as she bent double, trying to see in the gloom.

“I've got the torch, Mum,” said Ferne.

“Thank you, dear.”

Mum shuffled backwards out of the cupboard. Ferne took her place. “Can you see the bags of tree decorations in there, Ferne? I think they’re near the back.”

Ferne shone the torch. “Yes, there they are.” She grabbed the three carrier bags and dragged them out.

“You are clever. Thank you.”

Chocolate walked in from the kitchen, her tail waving high like a furry flag.

“Are we getting the Christmas tree soon?” Ferne asked.

“On Saturday. Mr Fenton is bringing it home for us.”

“I can’t wait,” Ferne said. “Can we sing carols while we decorate it?”

“Yes, we can put that Christmas CD on we got last year.”

“What’s your favourite carol, Mum? Mine is ‘In the Deep Mid-Winter’.”

“I love ‘Silent Night’.


Chapter 2


That night Ferne couldn’t sleep.

She opened the curtains in her bedroom. It was a full moon. The sky was clear, deep sapphire blue. Every star shone and glittered in the cold night air. Silver moonlight slanted across the bedroom and over Chocolate. She was curled in a crescent shape at the end of Ferne’s bed. She was on her paw print blanket.

Feeling cold, Ferne put on her Christmas jumper over her pyjamas. Then she put on a long, multi-coloured scarf. Then she climbed back into bed.

She picked up her Snow-Globe on her bedside table. It had been a present from Mr and Mrs Ball next door. She shook it.

       Moonlight reflected on the white and glitter snowflakes. The reindeer in the middle of the glass globe were pulling a sleigh. There were fir trees with birds and baubles in their branches.

Ferne shook the globe again.

Chocolate stretched her back legs in ballet points. Then she crept up the bed and nestled beside Ferne.

The snowflakes whirled round and round, round and round, round and round…


Chapter 3


Ferne stood by the fir trees. She looked down and saw she had her red boots on. She wound her scarf round her neck.

The snow was white and crisp. There were with no footprints in it. Shiny glitter baubles hung from the trees.

Brightly coloured birds, like small parakeets flew from branch to branch. They were chattering, ready to roost.

The moon was rising like a huge yellow medallion.

Where was Chocolate? She was crouching, watching a bird that had fluttered down to the ground. Ferne clapped her hands and the bird flew back up into the nearest tree.

“Chocolate, come here. I can hear something. It sounds like bells tinkling.” Chocolate tip-toed over to Ferne and stretched her front paws up Ferne’s leg. She could hear the bells too and wanted to be picked up.

In the distance Ferne could make out a sleigh in the moonlight. As it came nearer she could see it was pulled by six brown reindeer. It was driven by a man with long golden hair.

When it reached the clearing where Ferne and Chocolate were standing, the man pulled on the reins and shouted, “Hoya! Hoya!” The six reindeer stopped. The red, blue and gold sleigh slid to a standstill.

“Good evening,” said Ferne stepping forward, cuddling her cat. “I’m not usually out this late but my cat, Chocolate, and I were looking at my snow globe and the snowflakes whirling round...”

“Well, that will do it every time.”

“Do what?”

“Get you here, in Lapland. Home of Father Christmas.”

“Who are you?” asked Ferne.

“I’m Karol Christmas.”

“That’s a lovely name - like the Christmas songs,” Ferne declared.

“My name, Karol, is spelt with a K not a C.”

“Hello Karol with a K, I’m Ferne and this is my cat, Chocolate.”

Chocolate jumped up into Ferne’s arms. The cat wasn’t too sure about the reindeer. They were snorting and scuffing the snowy ground with their hooves.

“Chocolate?” Karol laughed. “What a lovely name for a cat. I love chocolate. And we have ferns growing here in this forest.” He stood up and tied the reins to the side of the sleigh. Then he stepped down.

He was very tall and thin, like a fir tree. His yellow hair reached down his back, and Ferne noticed he had a golden moustache and beard.

He was wearing a dark blue tunic, which was edged with rich red and gold embroidery.

He had a brown leather belt round his middle. His blue trousers were tucked into boots made of fur like the reindeers.

Ferne noticed they had bells on the back like the bells on the reindeers’ harnesses.

“Ferne, would you and Chocolate like to come for a sleigh ride?”

Ferne’s eyes grew as round as Chocolate’s eyes. “Oh, yes please. Where are we going?”

“My reindeer will take you through a magical Christmas carol. Would you like me to introduce you to them?”

Ferne smiled and nodded.

Karol tapped a larger bell on the side of his sleigh and all the reindeer turned their faces towards them.

“Here we have Hop-Star, Moon-Beam, Night-Light, White-Cloud, Soft-Snow and this smaller one is called Fir-Baby.” The reindeer smiled, closed their eyes and bowed down on their front legs.

Then they jumped back up setting all their bells jingling.

Ferne laughed to hear the bells ringing.

“I’m so pleased to meet you,” Ferne told the reindeer, “and Chocolate is too. Can I stroke your noses?

“You may.”

“Oooh, they feel like velvet.”

“Just step up here and you can sit in the seat behind me.”

Ferne noticed the seats were covered in red velvet. She stepped up into the sleigh. Chocolate followed and sat on the cushioned velvet seat close to her.

Karol turned round. “Put that rug round you to keep warm.”

Ferne tucked herself and Chocolate in with the blue and gold blanket.

“Everyone ready?” Karol called. “Then we’re off!”

He shook his sleigh whip and the bells began ringing.

The reindeer shook their harnesses and the echoing bells filled the night air. The birds in the fir trees woke up, chattering and singing. They took to the air with a fluttering of wings and then went back to roost.


Chapter 4


The runners of the sleigh slid effortlessly across the snow and then… the sleigh took off.

They flew through the forest about a metre from the ground. They flew over an ice-covered lake. They flew past frosted trees full of glistening baubles. They flew over vast fields of snow.

Then in the distance, Ferne could see a mountain of ice. It was lit by moonlight and stars.

Chocolate had wriggled onto Ferne’s knee and was peering out. Her whiskers were blown back close to her face.

“We’re nearly there,” shouted Karol Christmas. His golden hair streamed out behind him.

He pulled twice on the reins and the reindeer slowed. They descended until their feet were stamping along the road. They finally stopped to a melody of bells.

There in front of them, was the ice mountain. Now that they were closer, Ferne could see that it was carved into tiers, like the seats at the theatre.

A luminous white light shone out across the snow to the sleigh. Ferne could see glowing beings dressed in white crowding every level. They had pure white, feathery wings.

“Are they angels?” asked Ferne.

“Yes,” said Karol Christmas, “they are Christmas Angels. They are going to give you a special Christmas present.”

He sat down and the angels began to sing.

It was Ferne’s favourite carol, ‘In the Deep Midwinter’. The music was so beautiful, tears collected in her eyes. They rolled down her face like pearls. Chocolate pressed her face against Ferne’s cheek.

At the top of the mountain she could see angels playing silver harps. As they sang and played, their wings flowed backwards and forwards.

The next carol was her mother’s favourite carol, ‘Silent Night’. It was lulling both her and Chocolate to sleep.

Then a tall angel stepped down from the ice steps and came towards the sleigh.

His wings were folded round his body, like those of a white dove. He held a rolled sheet of paper tied with silver ribbon.

“For you, Ferne” he said, “and for Chocolate and for all your family.”

He unrolled the scroll and began to read. The angels hummed a soft melody in the background.

        This is what the angel read:


        May snow fall in soft clouds

upon your field.

May stars sparkle in pearls of light

across your sky.

May frost lace in crystal patterns

down your windows.

May moons glitter their silvered rays

through curtains of dark.

May petalled roses of winter blossom

in your whitened garden.

May shards of diamond-ice necklace

round your house.

May doves of peace rest feathers

upon your vaulted roof.

May angels always light your

path homewards.

For you, at Christmastide.*




Ferne was entranced.

“Thank you so much,” she said, smiling. “That was the most beautiful poem I’ve ever heard.”

The angel smiled and walked towards her. Chocolate disappeared under the blanket. The angel handed her the rolled-up poem tied with silver ribbon.

His wings furled and unfurled. A tiny silver harp landed in her lap.

“This is a special harp, Ferne. Just pluck the strings and it will inspire you write beautiful poems. Just ask us and we will always be there to help you.”

“He reached down and touched her head. Her eyes became heavy.

The sleigh had lifted up again.

She could hear the soft sound of many wings beating. Snow had begun to fall. The snowflakes whirled round and round, round and round, round and round…

“Thank you,” Ferne sighed, as she cuddled Chocolate closer.


Chapter 5


The bedroom curtains were parted and the full moon shone onto the bed. Ferne awoke.

Chocolate was under her left arm, wrapped up in her scarf.

Ferne was still wearing her red jumper over her pyjamas. In her lap was a rolled-up sheet of paper tied with silver ribbon from which hung a charm. Can you guess what it was?

Yes, it was a tiny silver harp.

Ferne plucked one of the strings then took up her pencil and notebook from her bedside table. She was going to write a special Christmas poem.

And one day she was going to be a poet.


* * *


© Vivien Steels

* Poem ‘Christmastide’ by Vivien Steels published in WRITE-AWAY –Winter 2001


This Christmas story is from my children's book 'FERNE AND CHOCOLATE AND THE ROLLERCOASTER RAINBOW AND OTHER STORIES' published by Dayglo Books @  http://www.dayglobooks.com where it tells you all about books specially for dyslexic readers and how the paper used, layout, spacing and font used (Open Dyslexic) all help children and adults with dyslexia to read more easily.  (Please note the format on this website does not allow the font or spacing as seen in the books.)  The books are also for anyone to read. 


You can buy my children's book 'Ferne and Chocolate and the Rollercoaster Rainbow and Other Stories' online @ Dayglo Books  http://www.dayglobooks.com/product/ferne-and-chocolate-the-roller-coaster-rainbow-other-stories/  It contains five stories each illustrated with one of my paintings.  This is a picture of the complete front and back cover illustrated by me.









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