The snow fell softly and endlessly. The magical office was filled with the smell of freshly baked biscuits. Candlelight flickered, fending off the darkness. The butterflies sat on the little table in front of Father Christmas. Their legs dangled over the edge. The time had come.

 Luckily for the butterflies, they had lost all concept of how much work was yet to be done.  Wish lists were pouring in from all parts of the globe.

 The phoenix was trying to catch the electric blue fireflies, who couldn’t help but laugh at him.

 Santa still had his back to the butterflies. Then he turned around on his old, wooden swivel chair: CREEEEAK!

 There they sat, beaming from ear to ear. He breathed out heavily.

 The elves marched in. They took position behind the most important man of the year.

 “Hee, hee, hee!”

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 Martha couldn’t help herself. They ALL knew what was coming next!

 One of the elves went to the front and gave Santa the latest wish list update.   Santa let out a little sigh.  “Hmmmm,” he stroked through his white beard absent-mindedly and peered at the little rascals.  They were all wrapped up warm and ready to go.

 “And you’re sure the high number of wish lists this year has nothing to do with you?”

 Shocked, they shook their heads silently. Whatever made him think that? Why, that was almost an accusation!

 “Urghhhh,” he got up slowly. Then he made the routine gesture for them to all get up too.  CLATTER, CLATTER, CLATTER, they all jumped to their feet, grinning from ear to ear.

 “Well then, here we go!”

 A golden ring of magic crackled up and down Santa’s body from the bottom of his boots, round his tummy, up his back, along his nose and across his eyes to the top of his head.  When it reached the top, the ring of magic clapped together and then split into two, shooting down his arms.  Sparks went down his index fingers, which he pointed at Martha, Darfo, Sonya and Johnny.

 The phoenix and the fireflies hovered mid-air. The faces of the little rascals set into a silly grin.  PLOP, PLOP, PLOP, PLOP!

 Four wet golden spheres hit the squad and covered them from head to toe.

 SPLAT, SPLAT, SPLAT, SPLAT!

 Another layer of magic covered them all, soaking into their skin.

 “Hee, hee, hee,” the butterflies giggled, rubbing in the gold.

 They could see their veins turn from blue to gold as the magic pumped around their bodies. Then there was one more big flash.  Rays shot in all directions, dazzling them before being absorbed into their bodies. Then a gentle, pulsating rush.  It was done.

 “Yippeeeeeeee!”

 Martha, Darfo, Sonya and Johnny leapt up and hugged one another. Not only were they Santa’s Little Helpers, they were now also the Official Sleigh Crew: the Christmas Butterflies who were allowed to fly with Santa Claus!  And they were even granted living quarters – their very own Butterfly House in Santa’s Secret City!

 There was so much going on at the North Pole, but of course that had nothing at all to do with the butterflies, honest…

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