30-Day Writing Challenge: Day 24- The Princess of Christmas

Pick any word, Google it, then write something inspired by the 11th image.


The Princess of Christmas

“Tell me a Christmas story, Mama!”

“We already read Twas the Night Before Christmas yesterday, Eira.”

She crossed her arms and pouted. “Please? It can be one last present.”

I smiled, shook my head, then sank down beside her on her bed. She burrowed into my arms and laid her head on my chest.

“Since you know Twas the Night before Christmas so well, then you must have heard the story of the Princess of Christmas, right?”

Eira furrowed her brows then shook her head. “Uh uh. Is she real?”

“That’s for you to decide after you hear her story, okay?”

She nodded and pulled the covers over us, settling in my arms.

“Long ago, princess Guinevere lived in a kingdom trapped in the season of winter. Her people suffered because of the harsh weather, and after many years, had lost all hope and happiness.”

“Really? I love winter! Snow is so pretty and you can go sledding and make snow men.”

I nodded. “That’s true, but can you imagine it being cold all the time? The sun only peeks out once in a great while during winter you know. Wouldn’t you miss the blue sky?”

“Yeah, I guess so. Plus it’d get boring only being able to do winter stuff all the time.”

I smiled. “Well, the princess hated to see her people in such misery, so she went to her best friend, Nicholas, for help. She asked him what made him happy in the winter. Naturally, he said Christmas.”

“Of course! All the presents, the cookies, and Santa!”

I held her close. “Guinevere agreed with her him, but she knew it couldn’t be Christmas all the time. The holiday would lose its meaning, and she dreaded the thought of Christmas not being special. She asked him what about the holiday meant so much. He said the food was always delicious, presents and trinkets were beautiful, and being around the ones he loved could bring him happiness forever.”

“What about decorating trees?”

“Patience, darling, I was getting to that part. Nickolas pointed out his window to the forest and said he always looked forward to the day he and his family chose the perfect tree. The stopped him and ran with him out to the forest.”

My daughter gripped the covers. “What’d they do?”

“They searched the forest for the biggest tree to decorate. At first, they thought they should cut it down, but it’d kill the perfect tree. They decided it was best to decorate and light the tree as a sort of beacon. Guinevere gathered townspeople to tell them of her plan, and they added ideas of their own. They’d build a small working village to care for the tree and the forest.”

“So they moved their whole kingdom to the forest?”

“No, baby. They spread it into the forest.”

“But what about the animals? The forest is their home.”

“Guinevere thought of the problem that would make for the people, always worrying about disturbing the creatures. She decided it was better to move businesses and people closer to the forest instead of destroying a part to expand the kingdom.”

She nodded and smiled. “That’d be better for everyone, wouldn’t it?”

“It seemed perfect, until one townsman named Aster, protested. He called the entire scheme ridiculous and said it was better for the people to focus on prosperity and working to rid themselves of the lasting winter.”

“Get rid of winter? But-”

“Now, let me finish. Guinevere said it’d work best for everyone if the people worked with the beauty of the season. They had opportunities other kingdoms didn’t. They could make winter and holidays a specialty, a theme for the kingdom. The people would make more food, more trinkets and toys, better equipment for others to handle the harsh season. When the rest of the townspeople sided with the princess’ argument, Aster cursed their efforts.”

“So what happened to the kingdom?”

“Well, they went about with the princess’ plans, working and decorating the largest tree in the forest. On Christmas Eve, they gathered around to see it lit, only the lights failed. The townspeople were devastated in not being able to see their work come to life. Guinevere stepped forward and urged the people not to give up hope, for their efforts would pay off.”

“I bet it was that old townsman!”

“You’re right, he did curse them. He wanted nothing to do with the people’s efforts to find beauty and happiness in the season, hating it himself. So the princess made one request of him: that he must join the people of the kingdom to see the tree lit for the first time.”

“So?” She wrapped her arms around me. “Did he?”

“He obeyed her and came to see the tree, laughing at the failure of the people’s efforts. She asked him if there was anything at all about winter that brought him happiness.”

“I bet the old man just hates the season!”

I shook my head. “He admitted to the Guinevere he’d lost the woman he loved on Christmas Eve. She’d left him alone when he became a businessman because he’d become too greedy. He’d chosen money over her.”

“Serves him right!”

“Eira! Everyone deserves love.”

She crossed her arms. “But you said he chose money over the woman he loved.”
“I did, and that’s true. It doesn’t mean he doesn’t deserve a second chance to get her love. If he can change his ways, maybe she’d be willing to give him that.”

Eira settled back into my arms. “Okay, I’m sorry.”

“That’s better. Now, Guinevere was heartbroken as this confession and promised to help him if he’d make an effort to work with the other people in the kingdom in their efforts to live with the season. He agreed, and the princess and Nicholas set off searching for her. They found one woman by the name Wren and asked if she knew a man named Aster.”

Eira’s eyes widened. “And?”

“She scoffed and said she certainly did remember a selfish man by that name.”

A laugh escaped her lips before she could stop it. When my daughter caught my look she bowed her head, smiling.

“Sorry, but he was mean.”

I nodded. “Guinevere convinced her to come out to the tree lighting in the forest, not mentioning Aster was waiting. When she saw him, he immediately begged her for forgiveness and apologized for the way he’d acted. Wren told him she’d loved him as a craftsman, when he’d make lovely things from his heart just to see people happy. Aster said he couldn’t have provided for her that way.”

“He could work as a craftsman again if he followed Guinevere’s plan.”

“Exactly. The princess reminded him of her plans to make the kingdom prosperous. She offered him the opportunity to become a craftsman again, and Nicholas asked him if he’d be willing to teach him as well. With all the new plans, Aster couldn’t refuse and promised to be the best craftsman in the kingdom. Wren immediately saw the change in him, the sparkle in his eye.”

“So what happened next? What about the tree?”

“Well, Wren embraced Aster, and they kissed for the first time in many years. With their love and the people’s renewed hope, the tree lit up in spectacular golden rays. The star atop the tree gleamed brighter than the ones in any sky and the ornaments glistened under the light. The people celebrated at the holiday miracle just as the clock struck midnight.”


“That’s right. Aster’s cursed lifted and the people rejoiced on Christmas morning. Now, I believe it’s time for you to get some sleep. Christmas is almost over.”

She gripped my arms. “But I don’t want it to end!”

“Well, if you remember all the things that make you happy, maybe some Christmas cheer will stay with you.”

I kissed her forehead and shifted away so she could settle in her bed. Eira hugged me tight and kissed my cheek.

“Goodnight, darling.” I drew the covers over her.

Her eyelids fluttered as she laid down. “Goodnight, Mama.”  

I switched the lamp off and headed for her door.

“Wait. Mama?”


“What about Nicholas and Guinevere? Did anything happen with them?”

I smiled as I stood in the doorway. “I guess you’ll have to wait til next year.”


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