“MacFie,” came the voice of Evelyn, the fairy. “What have you done? I have been watching you. How could you do such a thing?”
MacFie, stopped laughing. He looked up to see Evelyn standing over him with a disapproving expression.
“I am very displeased with you. You scared those good people to death,” Evelyn reproached him. “That was a horrible thing to do. What possessed you to do such a thing?”
“It wasn’t me,” MacFie tried to object. “Well–it was–but they didn’t have the Christmas spirit, you see. Peter and the other orphan boys went caroling and nobody cared. They even told them to shut up. They were only trying to collect money for charity.”
“And you thought scaring them would make them be more giving? Really, Macfie, you should know better,” Evelyn shook her wand over MacFie, sprinkling magic dust on him. “You must make things right. Make them believe in the Christmas spirit.”
“But how?” MacFie bawled.
“You’ll figure something out just like you made them believe in an evil spirit,” she said. “Make things right MacFie or I will make you be a tree’s shadow for a week. You won’t be able to fly then.”
“What if I can’t make them believe?”
“If you can take the time to conjure up this madness, you will clearly think of something to mend it. You have by Christmas Eve. I trust you can, MacFie?” she began to fade until there was nothing left of her.
MacFie though and thought, but nothing came to him. Feeling disappointed, he headed back to Peter’s room. The next morning, the scuttlebutt of an evil spirit, terrorizing the town reached the Orphanage. The boys couldn’t stop talking about it. It even made the headlines in the newspaper. Father Clery tried to calm the boys.
“It was probably someone with an active imagination,” Father Clery said.
“But everybody said they saw it?” cried a boy.
“And heard it!” said another
“Did you see it or hear it?” Father Clery said.
“Then how do you know it’s true,” Father Clery said.
“I don’t know,” the boy shrugged.
“Exactly, its just a story,” Father Clery said.
But what tantalizing story it was! The town couldn’t stop talking about it. Abergoole, brings fear to town. Peter becomes upset, he was actually afraid.
“What if it’s true,” Peter said to MacFie. “What if people stop believing in the Christmas spirit and it makes bad things happen. Would that mean there is no joy but fear.”
“No, no, don’t be absurd,” MacFie assured him. “Like Father Clery said, people have active imaginations.”
“But what if the Christmas spirit dies?” Peter said. “What will happen to those that want to believe. I want to believe. I’ve never had Christmas before. I don’t like being scared, MacFie. Being an orphan is scary enough.”
“Don’t worry,” MacFie said. “Everything will be all right. Just you wait and see. I promise that.” MacFie felt terrible. He had really done it now. He didn’t think it would upset Peter. He had to redress his wrongdoing. That was it! He was resolute to give Peter his first Christmas. He had to hurry though, Christmas Eve was one night away.