As the lights twinkle in towns near us, just prior to them all shorting out on Christmas Eve, the Enchanted Village is preparing for its own illuminations.
The lights on the Christmas tree on the village green are so far holding out against the teenage vandals. There is a hidden power source within the folds of the tree’s green skirt, which reaches down to where the ley lines cross.
In the next week, the trees will go up above people’s houses, their white lights chosen carefully to enhance rather than detract from the cluster of listed buildings in the square.
On the outskirts of the village, a house is bedecked with flashing santas, eager-looking elves and jumping snowmen all jostling for attention. At the other end of the village, an inflatable reindeer and an incongruous Mickey Mouse in wizard’s costume wobble up and down, ready to deflate when the power goes off via the timer switch in the night.
In the early morning, the air will pump back through the reindeer’s plastic veins and the creature will rise, slowly, until it is nose-to-nose with the surprised paperboy whose head is filled with the sound of iPod music.
At the entrance to the village, the bronze nymph statue is wearing her winter garb of chequered poncho to keep out the cold winds that funnel down through the one-way system.
So this is Christmas.
That's about it.
Love Maddie x
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