I am spending the Christmas holidays at my Grandmother’s house. I helped her decorate the tree yesterday and today we are awaiting guests. But guess what happened just today morning?
Well, I better start at the beginning. You probably remember how I and my three cousins found a door inside granny’s wardrobe last summer. You know the green one with all the colorful dresses granny wore when she was young. I had just intended to borrow the red and white dress to dress up like a summer Santa, but then I decided to try looking for matching shoes deeper inside the wardrobe. But instead of matching shoes I found a magic country hidden far inside the wardrobe! My cousins and I had the most wonderful adventures there during the summer. But that is a story for another time. However, one of the many creatures we met there was the fawn Mr. Tumnus. He is a lovely fellow with the coziest little house situated just beyond the lamppost. Well, a few days ago I got a letter from him! It was an invitation to a Christmas Tea Party on Christmas Eve morning!
As today is Christmas Eve I got up early, dressed in my prettiest frock and borrowed a brown fuzzy coat from granny to shield me from the cold Narnian winter. Then I opened the green wardrobe and went inside. I was rather excited because Narnia is not always there, but thankfully today it was! The forest looked so lovely with tall evergreens frosted with white silvery snow. The forest is really thick but the lamppost lights it up beautifully. I love how the warm yellow light flickers and creates golden shadows on the snow. I walked slowly in the new deep snow towards Mr. Tumnus’ house. He had lit red lanterns outside his house and the small windows flamed cozily behind cream lace curtains. I was pleasantly surprised to see that the Beavers were there too! It’s been so long since I’ve seen them! Mrs. Beaver had knitted scarves for all of us for Christmas. Mine was pink and purple, my favorite colors. Mr. Tumnus’ scarf was red and yellow, the colors he likes best. There was a wonderful spread of cinnamon cakes, chocolate cookies and peppermint tea. And Mrs. Beaver had brought her famous marmalade roll. My contribution was ginger biscuits that granny and I baked yesterday, and they all loved them! Mr. Beaver dipped his biscuits in his whiskey coffee and was happy as a horse the whole morning! After the tea Mr. Tumnus played his flute for us. The Narnian carols are rather strange, but very beautiful, and when you hear them you can’t help but look at the flames blazing in the fireplace and then the most magical thing happens! You can see shapes in there! The flames start changing and whatever the music makes you think of appears in the flames! I saw flying unicorns migrating together over the ocean seeking the colder climate of the north where they can fly among stars even in daylight! Those images made me very dreamy and I wished I had brought my sketchbook so I could draw them. Maybe I will make an attempt at it later today.
Mr. Tumnus hadn’t brought a Christmas tree because all the trees in Narnia are like living creatures, they even sing in the Dawnlight if you pay proper attention. Instead of a Christmas tree there were garlands of cones and sugared red autumn leaves and apples and cinnamon sticks hanging in the windows. It was so beautiful and smelled delicious! After the tea we all went outside to see the snow fairies dance among the trees. They can be hard to spot because they look a little like mist when they move, but if you squint your eyes you can clearly see their beautiful little shapes, almost like icicles with snowflakes for wings and dewy cobwebs for clothes. They look especially beautiful when the golden sun rays hit their little bodies. Mr. Tumnus played his flute again and they really loved that! It was absolutely magical!
But then it was time to head home. Even though time is different in Narnia I didn’t want to overstay my welcome. And the beavers wanted to go too so I decided to keep them company along the trail. But the trail was actually gone because so much snow had fallen the last hour! I thought I would have to wade my way through the forest. But the beavers told me to let them walk first and with their fat tails the patted the snow down so that it was all flat and perfect for me! My boots made that lovely sound they make when you walk on hard flat snow. None of us talked the whole way we just stayed silent and listened to that lovely boot music, and just as we came up to the lamppost I could hear the church bells chiming from the open wardrobe door. The beavers smiled and stayed and listened for a while while I bid them goodbye and disappeared back into the wardrobe. There I hung up my brown fuzzy coat and went right over to you dear Diary to write it all down, so that I would never forget my Christmas Tea with Mr. Tumnus.
Wait, now I can hear granny calling from downstairs. I better go and help her prepare for the guests. Talk to you later! And Merry Christmas!
* The above artwork is by the beautiful artist Pauline Baynes