Christmas Lights, Christmas Sprite

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After seeing this adorable artwork, I absolutely had to make a story to go along with it. This isn’t really canon to Fairy Tales, but it was a lot of fun anyway. The art was made by the amazing @lamthetwickster and commissioned by @nightmares06. Thank you both, and Merry Christmas to all!

Approx. reading time ~5-10 minutes


After the hustle and bustle leading up to the holiday, nothing suited Jacob more than lounging on the couch.

The living room was kept tidy, with the rug vacuumed and the coffee table free of the usual craft magazines that adorned it. There was a low fire in the fireplace, behind a worn metal grate to keep any errant sparks at bay. The furniture, well worn from years of use, had been pushed aside from its usual arrangement to make room for a tall addition that glittered and glowed.

The Christmas tree was rumpled on one side, so they’d set it up with that part facing the wall. The rest was adorned with sparkling ornaments, and a string light that Jacob had been tasked with adding on. His mother was way too short to reach the top of the tree.

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Carson and Glover’s Christmas Misadventure

“Carson, think we’ll see Santa?” Glover whispered, trailing along behind his older brother. His brown eyes were opened wide thanks to the dim light inside the walls.

Carson rolled his eyes and turned back to face his silly little brother. The boy was only twelve, but he really shouldn’t still believe in stories like that. “You know Santa isn’t real, ‘Ver. That’s just a Bean story.”

Glover frowned. “But I heard the kid Beans talking about it. They even went to bed early to make sure Santa would come. They never go to bed early.”

Carson shook his head, but opted not to argue any further. The Beans going to bed early was the only reason Glover was allowed to go borrowing tonight. He was far too curious for the normal runs. Mother and Pops worried that the boy would get himself Seen one day just by exploring too far.

Carson Pantry was eighteen and basically an adult, but he stayed with his family to help look after his little brother. Their home was tucked away between an air duct and the back wall of the pantry of the Bean’s house. Living near the pantry meant they didn’t often have to go very far to borrow what they needed. But Carson knew that tonight, just like the same night every other year, some of the best borrowings could be found in the vast sitting room.

Really, the Beans just left food sitting out. It was too easy.


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