Spread a Little Magic: Part 2

This is the second part of Spread a Little Magic.

Part 2:

Karen got up and introduced herself. "My name is Karen."
"Welcome! Come here, Angel!" A beautiful young baby was given to Karen. "That's you. When you were born." Karen laughed. "Me? You must be joking!"
"Karen, I'm not joking. You are one of The Others, given the ability to bring magic into the world and work miracles and aspire the world to follow their dreams, alongside your grandmother."
"My grandmother? What does she have to do with anything?" Karen gulped because it was obvious that she was hiding something. "Karen, I know your grandmother. As an Other she did not die-rather, she passed through that world into this. And look! Here she comes!"
The grandmother walked up. Karen was astounded.
"Come with me, Karen, we have work to do!"
As they rode in the sleigh, Karen asked her grandmother if she was the one who said "I love you."
The grandmother answered by saying "Oh no, I didn't say it. I expressed it. Words don't mean anything- it's your expressions that matter the most. And that is true magic, don't you think so?"
And so off they rode. And this Christmas-you just might see Karen working miracles, and making other people's dreams come true.
The love that lives inside us is true magic-don't you think so?

I made this story up, though I admit I got the idea from The Legend of Holly Claus-written by Brittany Ryan! Good-bye-and remember: Try to spread a little magic!

Spread a Little Magic

This is an account of "Spread a Little Magic", a child's tale, translated from the Swedish by Kyle.

Part 1:

Christmastime was drawing near.
In the midst of all the hubbub, little Karen was cold. Snowflakes fell down in this part of Sweden. Children were playing in the snow. But not Karen. Karen was a beautiful little girl, but was beginning to seem like her beauty was to go to waste.
Karen was depressed ever since her grandmother passed away.
Passed into an Undying Beauty. Probably was enjoying her happiness without giving a care about Karen.
She began to cry. Why was everyone happy-and not her? Suddenly she felt someone kiss her forehead. An angelic melody said "I love you."
Karen turned but saw out of the corner of her eye wings fluttering in the air. When she looked again she saw nothing.
"Does my grandmother miss me?" Karen asked herself. Someday, she knew she would learn the answer.
She thought she saw a sleigh. "Sinter Klaas?" she wondered (Sinter Klaas is the Swedish name for Santa Claus)
As the sleigh hovered over her, she grabbed it just in time.
Whoosh! Was she flying over oceans? That was impossible!
Finally, the sleigh stopped to a halt. "I am the patron saint of magic-I am Saint Nicholas!"