The Battle of the Light Snowflakes

The Angry Sky

Very far away, where the wind sings icy lullabies and where the northern lights dance every night, lies the North Pole. It is an extraordinary place, where snowmen tell stories and where the magic of Christmas is born.

But this year, something was very wrong.

Above the immense workshop of Santa Claus, the sky was rumbling. Not like an ordinary storm, but like a terrible argument between thousands of tiny bright voices. Because at the North Pole, the snowflakes were not like anywhere else. They were alive! Each one of them carried within a spark of light, and together, they formed the sparkling magic that illuminated Christmas night.

Except that... this year, the snowflakes were bickering.

— I'm the brightest! shouted Sparkle, a snowflake with golden reflections.

— Nonsense! I'm the one who shines the best! replied Glimmer, a silver snowflake with very fine points.

— You're both ridiculous! screamed Blueflame, a bluish snowflake spinning with anger.

And so, from morning to night and from night to morning, the snowflakes collided, pushed each other, and threw out challenges. The sky of the North Pole was nothing but a sparkling battlefield, where flashes of light shot in every direction.

But there was a terrible problem: from arguing so much, their light was fading. Each day a little more, their reflections became dull, like tired stars. And if the snowflakes lost all their light before December 24th... Christmas would be extinguished forever.

An Unexpected Visitor

In his workshop, Santa Claus watched the sky with worry. His white eyebrows were furrowed, and even the most cheerful elves didn't dare disturb him. Mrs. Claus approached gently and placed a hand on his shoulder.

— Can't you go up and talk to them? she asked.

— I've tried, sighed Santa Claus. They're too angry to listen to me. They need someone... different.

He closed his eyes and stroked his long beard. Then, suddenly, his face lit up.

— I know! he exclaimed. We need a child! A child with a sincere heart, who knows how to listen without judging. The snowflakes won't expect it, and perhaps... perhaps they will agree to talk to her.

That night, Santa Claus put on his big red coat, climbed into his sleigh, and flew to a small village nestled in the heart of a snowy valley. He stopped in front of a house with blue shutters, where a little girl named Lea was sleeping.

Lea was seven years old, with hair as brown as hot chocolate and eyes sparkling with curiosity. She often dreamed of extraordinary adventures, and tonight, her dream was about to come true.

— Lea, whispered Santa Claus as he approached her bed. I need you.

The little girl opened her eyes and, instead of being scared, she smiled.

— I was sure you existed, she said simply.

Meeting the Snowflakes

The sleigh flew like a shooting star through the black sky. Lea, bundled up in a magical blanket that kept the cold far from her, watched the world rush by beneath her feet. She had never seen anything so beautiful.

But when they arrived at the North Pole, her smile disappeared. The sky was a chaos of furious lights. The snowflakes were swirling in every direction, crashing into each other and letting out shrill cries.

— Good luck, little Lea, said Santa Claus. Remember: listen with your heart.

And whoosh! Before she could answer, a gentle gust lifted her up and carried her into the middle of the snowflakes.

— WHO IS THIS? screamed Sparkle, rushing toward her.

— AN INTRUDER! cried Glimmer.

— ATTACK! roared Blueflame.

The snowflakes rushed at Lea, but instead of running away, she did something surprising: she burst out laughing.

— You are the most ridiculous snowflakes I've ever seen! she said. You shine like tired flashlights. What's wrong with you?

The snowflakes stopped dead, shocked.

— How dare you? stammered Sparkle.

— Me, dull? Glimmer said indignantly.

— Look at yourselves! said Lea, crossing her arms. Before, you must have been magnificent. But now... you look like half-melted candles.

The Real Reasons for the Fight

The snowflakes remained silent for a long moment. Then, very softly, Sparkle whispered:

— It's true... I don't shine like I used to.

— Neither do I, admitted Glimmer.

Lea looked at them gently.

— Why are you fighting? she asked kindly.

Then, one by one, the snowflakes began to speak. Sparkle explained that he simply wanted to be noticed. Glimmer confessed that she was afraid of being forgotten. Blueflame admitted that he felt lonely since the others no longer played with him.

— But I didn't want to hurt you, sobbed Sparkle. I just wanted... to be seen.

— And I just wanted to have friends, cried Blueflame.

Lea felt her heart tighten. These snowflakes weren't mean. They were just... sad.

— You know, she said, moving closer to them, where I come from, the stars shine the brightest when they are together in the sky. All alone, you can barely see them. But when they form constellations, they are magnificent. Maybe it's the same for you?

The snowflakes exchanged hesitant glances.

— Do you think... we can shine together? asked Glimmer.

— I'm sure of it, smiled Lea.

The Dance of Reconciliation

Lea then had an idea. She asked the snowflakes to form a big circle and hold hands... well, hold points.

— Now, she said, instead of fighting, try dancing. Together.

The snowflakes hesitated at first. Then Sparkle took a small step toward Glimmer. Glimmer reached out a point toward Blueflame. And slowly, clumsily, they began to spin.

At first, their movements were awkward and shy. But little by little, something magical happened. The more they danced together, the more their light returned! Their golden, silver, and blue reflections blended and created a new light, more beautiful than anything they had ever produced.

The sky of the North Pole exploded in a symphony of dazzling colors. Even the northern lights stopped to admire the spectacle.

— It's... magnificent! exclaimed Santa Claus from his workshop, tears in his eyes.

The snowflakes were now laughing, dancing and twirling in perfect harmony. They had understood: it was together that they shone the brightest.

The Most Beautiful Christmas

The night of December 24th finally arrived. Santa Claus flew off in his sleigh, pulled by his faithful reindeer. And above him, the light snowflakes danced, illuminating his path like never before.

Lea, seated in the sleigh next to Santa Claus, watched the spectacle with wonder.

— You did something extraordinary, Santa Claus told her. You taught them the most beautiful lesson.

— I just listened to them, Lea replied humbly.

— And that's exactly what they needed.

When Lea returned home, the sun was barely rising. She slipped into her bed, a smile on her lips. Through the window, she spotted a luminous snowflake twirling joyfully before disappearing into the pink morning sky.

And since that day, it is said, the light snowflakes of the North Pole never fight anymore. Sometimes, when you look carefully at the winter sky, you can see them dancing together, shining with a thousand lights, reminding everyone that it is together that we illuminate the world.

The End

And you, little reader, never forget: like the light snowflakes, it is with others that you shine the brightest. Merry Christmas!