It was snowing and yet the huge green ogre named Breeze was asleep. He was tucked onto his favorite branch high in the tallest oak tree in the wood. His excuse was – he was keeping watch for Santa.
Breeze adored the magic of Christmas. So when the very first flake landed on his nose, he stopped snoring and woke in a hurry, slid down the trunk of the wrinkly crinkly old tree and raced through the wood shouting “it is snowing. Christmas is coming, Santa is getting ready to leave the north pole.”
His friends, shook their heads and said, “he is never unhappy at this time of the year.”
However when Breeze bumped into Lovisma, he lost his happiness. For she had hold of a wooden santa claus and was dangling him upside down. “I’ think I should fly up to the moon and drop him, lets see him fly then, ” she giggled at her own joke.
Lily, was sobbing “Please, don’t do it, he is only made of wood he can’t fly. He needs reindeer and magic.”
Breeze frowned. “Lets see if Lovisma would fly if we took her broomstick away and tied her up nice and neat like a Christmas pudding.”
Lily stopped sobbing and looked at him. “Could you do it?”
“I would if you asked me.”
Lovisma instantly dropped the wooden Santa and flew away. Breeze told Lily some jokes to cheer her and then they made a giant snow rabbit before they both went home for tea.
All evening long Breeze thought about the nasty witch. “Time I scared her good and proper,” he decided. He needed to think long and hard because Breeze knew that every witch has something she is terrified of.
It was Christmas eve and the wood was looking sparkling and festive. The trees were wearing their best winter coats and the birds had decorated some of the lower branches with holly, though the berries were missing.
Elegant witch had solved the problem by asking the knitting group to knit holly berries and attach them to the branches. She added her own dash of magic then making the berries twinkle with bright lights.
Breeze had baked. This was an event in itself and the mince pies did smell awesome, which he kept saying. However, Lily wondered why he had put a box of six pies to one side. The label on the box said, For Lovisma, “Mr Breeze why did you give that nasty witch six mince pies and there will only be one for everyone else.”
He winked at her and said, “these are special pies just for her. Don’t let anyone touch them or there will be trouble.”
She wondered why he sounded a little cross but decided one of his mince pies would be enough for her. Besides Santa was coming.
The table for the midnight party was set and suddenly there was a cold rush of air. A cackle of laughter announced Lovisma’s arrival. She was looking really nasty in a purple and silver pair of leggings and a huge purple flouncy dress.
Yuck, you look like a giant blueberry. Matt announced.
Her answer to him was with a flick her wand to turn him into a snow ogre. Breeze said, “Be nice or no Santa.” She flicked Matt from snow ogre back to green ogre.
Ooh mince pies, Lovisma said. I want one.
You can’t have one, Breeze told her. But you can have six to take home to Elegant witch. I made them for you both.”
Lovisma smiled sweetly and said, “I think I will have one, just one now.”
However, once she started she couldn’t stop. Lovisma kept stuffing mince pies into her mouth until the box was empty. “I feel a little odd.” She said.
Lily smiled. “YOu do look a little odd.” And she moved further away.
Not a moment too soon as Lovisma began to shake like a jelly, then spun around so fast she was a purple blob. Suddenly there was a loud pop and when everyone looked she appeared to have vanished leaving the purple dress in a heap on the ground then it began to move in hopping movements. Lily was the first to spot the new improved Lovisma. “OOh a frog I love frogs, can I pet her?”
“I can’t be a frog. I hate slimey frogs.” Lovisma the frog shouted.
Lily said ” but you are, look in the reflection in the glass. This is you a cute purple frog. ”
Each time Lovisma attempted to jump onto her broom she slid off, instead she hopped away screaming in horror. “I hate you Breeze almost as much as I hate frogs.”
After that everyone was happy she had left but they were a little afraid of eating any of his mince pies.