We lived overseas when I was a kid and came back to the States only occasionally. We'd vacation and visit with family, and the specialest part of it was the tree at my grandparents' house in Philadelphia. To the naked eye it was plain and ordinary tree, just standing there in corner of their suburban front yard. But it was a *magic* tree.
Because of the fairies.
The fairies knew when we came to stay at Nana and Grampy's house, you see, and when we visited they would hang tiny wrapped presents from the lowest boughs with pieces of thread. So while it looked like a standard tree, it wasn't at all. It was the fairy tree.
I don't remember what the small packages held, not a single item. What I remember is how diligently and reliably that tree offered us sweet gifts from the fairies, every time we visited. I remember the love I had for the tree and the delight we felt that the fairies had been readying things for our visit.Read More