Read by Michael Flamel

Ah, my dear friends, gather ’round as I regale you with a tale as delightful as the petals of a blooming rose. In our enchanted garden, where each blossom whispers tales of love and care, there exists a special bond—one that flourishes between my dear Mrs. Claus and the delicate blooms that grace our abode.

Now, picture this: a morning at the North Pole, the crisp air tinged with the scent of freshly baked cookies, and Mrs. Claus, with her apron adorned with floury handprints, tiptoeing into the greenhouse. Oh, how her eyes twinkle with delight as she greets each flower by name, as if they were old friends exchanging secrets in a language only they understand.

You see, my beloved Mrs. Claus possesses a gift beyond compare—a green thumb that nurtures life and beauty with every gentle touch. While I tend to the merry chaos of toy- making and gift-wrapping, she tends to the garden, whispering words of encouragement to each delicate petal, coaxing them to bloom in a symphony of colors that rival the northern lights.

In her hands, even the most timid bud unfurls its petals, revealing the hidden wonders within. And oh, the joy that blossoms in her heart as she arranges bouquets that rival the splendor of a Christmas sunrise, each petal a testament to her tender care and affection.

But it’s not just the flowers that thrive under Mrs. Claus’s loving gaze—it’s the very spirit of our home. For in her garden, she cultivates not just beauty, but moments of tranquility and serenity that bring solace to even the weariest soul.

And so, my dear readers, if ever you find yourself in need of a moment of respite, let Mrs. Claus’s garden be your sanctuary. Take heed of her gentle wisdom and tenderness, for in the petals of her blossoms lies the promise of renewal and the enduring power of love.

As we prepare for another magical Christmas, let us not forget the quiet strength and boundless compassion of the one who tends to the heart of our home.

Until then, my friends, may your days be as bright as a sun-kissed daisy and your hearts as full as a garden in bloom. ❖