Fa La La Fairies: Chapter One – Summer Vacation

When human students go on vacation with their families, they’re, well … on vacation. When Fa La La Fairies go on vacation, we’re on a mission. Our job, whenever we’re in the human world is to gather intel. We have to provide the North Pole with as much information as possible to ensure that Christmas gifts are modern and desirable. Our mission: to find out as much about new fads, new technology, and this new generation of humans as possible.

I don’t get to do as much reconnaissance as most Fa La La Scout Fairies during the summer, especially since the Christmas Eve Accident of 2020 (more on that in a later chapter).

So my summers are usually rather dull in comparison to most Fa La La Fairies, who flit around from theme-park to theme park. While my best friend Emily was off meeting some human boy at Disney World, I was in Santa’s Toy Shop with my mom.

My mom’s a Toy Fairy. It’s fascinating to watch her work. She works in the pre-teen girls department. Since I’ve started attending human middle schools, it’s almost like we’re partners. I relay information to her about the girls I hand out with, and she draws up plans for the Elves’ next line of gifts for pre-teen girls. Her ideas have been a hit these past few years. I can’t take all the credit, but… <shrug>.

When the Elves complete a line of toys, my mom and her co-workers “decide” which gift goes to which child. It’s much more complicated than it sounds. Let’s say 5,000 children all want a particular doll or action figure. My mom, and other Toy Fairies, have a unique gift that helps Santa get the right toy to the right child.

Toy Magic

When the Elves complete a line of toys or gift items that my mom designed, she starts to work. Her elegant fairy fingers will pick up the gift. She will hug the item close to her and close her eyes. I don’t think she even realizes that a smile always spreads across her dazzling face as she “listens” to the toy.

I’m not even sure she notices when her wings begin to flutter, until she’s hovering high above the rows and rows of toys. She looks radiantly happy when she whispers a child’s name. Then, she slowly descends, landing like a ballerina on the tips of her toes.

I once asked my mom what she sees when she closes her eyes. She said it’s hard to explain. Mom sees things that hasn’t happened yet, and things that may never happen. She may see the toy she’s clutching with a dozen different children. In a matter of seconds, she sees which child this toy has chosen, which child this toy already loves.

She then sees flashes of the child and toy playing together. She knows the bond this toy will have with the child they chose before it is even wrapped.

The Most Magical Place on Earth

“The toys we make just want to love and be loved, Trianna,” my mom would say when I asked her about her job. “I get to help make that happen.” The toys you buy from a store are just toys, but the toys my mom designs are so much more.

She sprinkles rainbow dust over the toy, packages it, and then places it in Santa’s pack. The rainbow fairy dust will ensure that it gets to the right child. Its magic works way better than any gift tag ever could. It also helps Santa deliver the toys quickly, without having to dig through tons of toys, reading the gift tags.

I could watch my mom work for hours and not be bored. I think I may one day want to be a Toy Fairy too. Lilly and our friends thought I was crazy for not wanting to go to Disney … yet again … last summer. I could have gone with them. Fairies don’t age like humans, so even though I’m in middle school, I don’t need supervision.

Disney World, with it’s Magic Kingdom, may be considered “The Most Magical Place on Earth,” but I disagree. Here, among toys that want to love and be loved, is the most magical place.

Transfer

I thought it was odd that Emily didn’t come see me when she got back home from her trip to Disney, but I didn’t think much of it at the time. Emily had messaged me about mid-July, asking that I put in a request for a transfer to a small school in Northeast Arkansas:

Image of Text Messages between Trianna (me) and Emily.

Me: Arkansas: It's too hot there. There are rumors of giant mosquitoes. Giant!
Emily: It's not as hot as Florida, and there are decidedly bound to be fewer alligators.
Me: What's there to do in Arkansas? I thought you liked the beach.
Emily: I do like the beach, but there aren't as many Scouts in Arkansas this year.
Me: What's this really about, Em?
Emily: I'll tell you when I see you in school. Gotta run!

I didn’t think for one second that Emily really wanted to transfer to Arkansas just because there were fewer Fa La La Fairies there. Unlike me, Em just wasn’t that serious about reconnaissance.

She didn’t doubt for one second that I would put in for the transfer. She was my best friend. Of course, I was going to transfer schools with her. A little voice in the back of my head wondered if she’d do the same for me.

Mom didn’t care where I attended school, as long as I provide her with great intel, so I didn’t even bother talking it over with her. She’d just get nosey and ask questions that I didn’t have answers to yet. She was floating high overhead, near the top of the glittery glass-domed ceiling. Snow was falling around the dome outside, and she looked radiant, surrounded as she was by the snow and the sun and her fluttering wings.

I took one last look at my mom, knowing that my carefree wintery summer was ending. Soon, I’d be wrestling a backpack over the wings that humans can’t see and struggling with the science concepts that are so different from the North Pole magic I was accustomed to.

Soon, I’d be confronting my best friend. I had so many questions. Why hasn’t she called me or texted me much? Why are the few conversations we’ve had so far this summer been so brief? She’s not normally so aloof. What changed? Why this sudden transfer?

I walked out of the brightly lit, jolly Toy Shop without a jacket. Christmas fairies love the snow. My wings unfurled and fluttered without my permission. Despite my sudden anxiety, the snow made me lighter somehow. I didn’t fly. I was still too worried for that. But I did hover above the ground and allow my wings to take me to the tall castle on the top of the hill of Winter Wonderland Lane.

Once inside, I climbed the enchanted steps to the topmost turret of the castle to the headmaster’s office, where I would request my transfer.


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