Haven i Jerne

Lystig, Fjære, and Klunte stood admiring the mirror-like path that now stretched like a starry tunnel through the garden. The light danced magically on the ice crystals, and the Christmas Spirit hovered peacefully by their side. But Lystig knew they couldn’t rest on their laurels. There was still much to do if their Christmas lights were to be the best ever.

“We need something more spectacular,” said Lystig, glancing at Klunte, who was already rummaging through a new box of decorations.

“I’ve got just what we need!” Klunte exclaimed, triumphantly pulling out a large red box. It was decorated with glitter and had a big label reading: Christmas Fireworks – For Special Occasions.

“Klunte, where did you get that?” Fjære asked skeptically, fluttering closer to the box.

“I found it in the shed by the house,” Klunte replied with a proud grin. “It’s perfect! Just think: we’ll put on a Christmas light show with fireworks that no one will ever forget!”

Lystig frowned. “Isn’t that a bit dangerous? We don’t want to attract human attention.”

The Christmas Spirit stepped forward and placed a calming hand on Lystig’s shoulder. “Fireworks can be a beautiful addition if used correctly. But we must ensure the magic stays within the garden and doesn’t spill into the human world.”

Klunte nodded eagerly. “Don’t worry, I’ve got it all under control!”

“That’s exactly what we’re afraid of,” Fjære muttered, perching on a branch with a resigned sigh.

They got to work preparing the fireworks. Lystig ensured the small rockets were safely placed along the path, while Klunte, with his usual enthusiasm, clumsily handled them and nearly set his own hat on fire.

Once everything was ready, they stood at a safe distance to admire their setup. “Okay, Klunte,” said Lystig, holding out a long, glowing match. “The honor is yours.”

Klunte grabbed the match with a wide grin. “Hold on, this is going to be amazing!” He lit the first rocket, which shot into the air with a loud hiss and exploded in a cascade of green and red lights.

“Wow!” Fjære exclaimed, flying higher to get a better view. “That’s actually beautiful!”

But, as always, Klunte got a bit too excited. “Let’s fire them all at once!” he shouted, lighting a whole row of rockets without considering the consequences.

Within seconds, the sky above the garden exploded into a wild, colorful display. Red, blue, gold, and silver sparks rained down, illuminating the garden like a magnificent galaxy.

“Klunte, be careful!” Lystig shouted as one of the rockets flew off course and landed in a pile of snow. Suddenly, the snow came alive, transforming into a giant glittering sculpture of a Christmas angel, spreading its luminous wings over the garden.

“That… wasn’t the plan, but it looks amazing!” Klunte said, stunned.

Fjære flew around inspecting the sculpture. “This is insane—but in the best way.”

Before they could catch their breath, more rockets began flying in all directions. One soared toward the old oak tree where Lucia’s Flame still burned. Lystig gasped, but the Christmas Spirit acted swiftly. She raised her hands, and a gentle golden light enveloped the tree, protecting it from the flames.

“Even chaos can lead to beauty,” said the Christmas Spirit calmly, watching the spectacular lights that now filled the garden.

As the last firework fizzled out and silence returned to the garden, they stood admiring the result. The garden now looked like a scene from a magical Christmas tale, with glowing paths, a shimmering angel, and colorful reflections in the snow.

“I’ve got to hand it to you, Klunte,” said Lystig with a wry smile, “you have a unique talent for creating spectacular disasters.”

Klunte shrugged and laughed. “What can I say? I always aim for the stars—literally!”

The Christmas Spirit nodded in approval. “With each passing day, your Christmas garden becomes more magical. Keep following your hearts, and the miracle will only grow.”

With those words, she drifted away, and Lystig, Fjære, and Klunte began preparing for the next day’s adventure. Though chaos had been their constant companion, they couldn’t deny that the magic of their Christmas lights was now stronger than ever.