Haven i Jerne

It was a new day in the garden, and magic hung thick in the air. Snowflakes drifted down like little stars, and the lights that Lystig and Klunte had set up the day before blinked gently in the wind. Lystig and Fjære stood at the entrance of the cave, admiring their work while sipping another cup of warm rosehip tea.

“It actually looks perfect,” said Fjære, glancing at Klunte, who was already busy with the day’s first project. “But I wonder how long it will be before Klunte does something… clumsy?”

“It’s only a matter of time,” Lystig laughed. “But you have to give him credit; he always does his best.”

Just then, Klunte came running toward them, arms full of small, shiny crystals. He looked excited and out of breath.

“Look what I found!” he shouted, dropping the crystals on the ground in front of them. “I found them at the forest edge. They shine so beautifully, and I thought we could use them to make a crystal ice blanket along the paths!”

Lystig bent down and picked up one of the crystals. It sparkled beautifully in the sunlight and had a cool, soothing energy. “These are perfect, Klunte! But how many did you find?”

“A whole bunch!” Klunte replied with a wide grin. “They were just waiting to be part of our Christmas plan.”

The Christmas Spirit materialized behind them, watching the crystals with a gentle smile. “These crystals carry a special magic. They can enhance the glow of light and make the garden even more enchanting if used with care.”

Fjære flew closer. “With care? Are you sure Klunte is the right one for that task?”

“Hey!” Klunte put his hands on his hips and tried to look serious. “I can handle a little magic.”

“We’ll just take it step by step,” Lystig said diplomatically. “Let’s start with the path here.”

They began placing the crystals along the path, and as they were laid, they started to glow faintly. The light from the garlands was reflected in the crystals, creating a shimmering pattern that almost looked like a dancing northern light.

Everything was going well—until Klunte got the idea that he could “speed up the process” by tossing a handful of crystals into the air and letting them “fall into place.”

“Klunte, no!” Fjære shouted, but it was too late.

The crystals flew into the air and fell down with a magical explosion of light and energy. They hit the snow, which immediately began to glitter and transform into something completely different—a kind of living ice that spread quickly along the path and into the garden.

“Oh no,” Lystig muttered. “What have you done now?”

The ice grew and twisted like a glittering river, and soon several of the small bushes and trees were covered with a crystal-clear layer. It looked beautiful, but it was clear that the magic was out of control.

“Oops,” Klunte said, scratching his neck. “That wasn’t exactly what I intended.”

The Christmas Spirit raised her hand, and a warm golden light streamed from her fingertips. It met the runaway ice river and slowed its growth. “This magic is powerful, but it must be handled with caution,” she said. “But you’ve created something special—look!”

They turned and looked at the now frozen path. The crystals and shimmering ice had created a path that shone like a mirror-like lake, and the light from the garlands was cast back and forth, making it almost look like a tunnel of stars.

“Wow,” Fjære murmured. “It looks amazing.”

Lystig nodded and patted Klunte on the shoulder. “You did it again, cousin. Even your accidents end up being magical.”

Klunte shrugged with a crooked grin. “I guess I’m just lucky with accidents.”

The Christmas Spirit smiled. “That’s exactly the kind of Christmas spirit that makes this garden unique. You turn mistakes into beauty and chaos into magic. Let’s continue, for Christmas’s miracle grows day by day.”

With a new sense of success and togetherness, they began to work on. The garden was slowly transformed into a magical winter landscape, and even Klunte couldn’t help but feel a little proud.