The Girl Who Saved Christmas

No, she felt homesick, not for a place, but for a time. Maybe it wasn't homesickness at all. Maybe it was timesickness. She just missed those days when she was younger - seven, six, five, four years old - when she didn't know so much about the world. She missed, most of all, her mother.

Do you know how magic works? The kind of magic that gets reindeer to fly in the sky? The kind that helps Father Christmas travel around the world in a single night? The kind that can stop time and make dreams come true? Hope. That's how. Without hope, there would be no magic.

Life is like a chimney - you sometimes have to get through the dark before you see the light.

Because words are a magic too, and they can contain everything.

You know, you love someone and they love you back, and then they're gone. Where does that love go?" Father Christmas thought about this.... "The love of a person never disappears," he said softly. "Even if they might. We have memories, you see, Amelia. Love never dies. We love someone and they love us back, and that love is stored, and it protects us. It is bigger than life, and it doesn't end with with life. It stays inside us. They stay inside us. Inside our hearts.

Magic can be found everywhere, if you know how to look for it. ... And where there is magic, there was hope.

Happy Christmas!' the man said. 'Yes', Charles Dickens said, who couldn't bring himself to say 'Happy Christmas' back. 'Isn't it the best of times?' the man went on. The cat gave a gentle miaow of disagreement in his arms as Charles Dickens nodded. 'Yes. And the worst.

Sad things happen in life. They just do. But so do happy things.

Everything looked expensive and calm, as if calm was something you needed money to pay for.

Without hope, there would be no magic.

The love of a person never disappears,' he said softly. 'Even if they might. We have memories, you see, Amelia. Love never dies. We love someone and they love us back and that love is stored and it protects us. It is bigger than life and it doesn't end with life. It stays inside us. They stay inside us. inside our hearts.

You see, sometimes, a single child believing in magic - if they believe enough - is enough to restore order to the universe.

You can always tell if someone is kind because kindness is the sparkle inside their eyes.