Deck the hall in balls of... Magic.

Speaking on behalf of Lolly_popps, she has to start a new story because someone commented saying it was very similar to another. :]

Enjoy the new one! x

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Part 1

Christmas time is a magical time, especially for us Millers. All of us and our cousins and relatives go into our Grandmother's small cottage in Scotland on Christmas Morning, which is magical in Every Single Way- Like Grandmother herself. She's small, skinny, and her face is covered in wrinkles from the big smile she has. Her hair is not grey, but white, like the snow in her big countryside garden, and is normaly fluffy, like candyfloss. In her cottage, though... That's pure magic. It's covered in holly and candles that smell like far away meadows in the summer. And the best things are the little zooming fairies that come around, that are so small that the could easily sit on the palm of your hand-"MUM! Micheal's pinching me!""Am not! That's Ben!"Ben's handsome, freckled face popped out behind a suitcase. "Did not, it was Flo!" I couldn't believe Ben. "You know perfectly well that you pinched Noah," I hissed at him. Ben shrugged, and wacked Micheal in the head with a pillow he found in the boot of the car (Noah, being only five, likes taking naps). "Shut up, you guys," said Dad from the front as Mum told him that he should turn right. ""We'll be there in 10 minutes!" Everybody wooped; But not for the same reason. Ben and Micheal wooped because they adored the presents Grandmother gave out; Noah liked the fairies; Mum & Dad were happy to be able to rest, and I just wanted to see Grandmother.

By Bea. (Lolly_popps).