Haven i Jerne

The garden awoke to a threatening winter landscape. Dark clouds had gathered in the sky, and the snowflakes no longer fell gently—they whipped through the air like tiny ice crystals. Lystig peered out from the warmth of the cave, sensing that something big was on its way.

“This doesn’t look good,” he said to Fjære, who was puffing herself up to stay warm.

“It’s a snowstorm, no doubt about it,” she replied. “But we have to hold on to the Christmas spirit. There’s still a lot of work to do.”

Klunte, curled up on a pile of spruce twigs, woke with a start when he heard the word “snowstorm.” “Perfect!” he exclaimed. “I love a little extra challenge.”

“Klunte, this isn’t just a light flurry,” Lystig warned. “If we’re not careful, it could ruin everything we’ve worked for.”

The Christmas Spirit floated into the cave, her calming golden glow spreading around them. “A snowstorm is a natural part of winter’s magic,” she said gently. “It can be dangerous, but also beautiful. It all depends on how you choose to face it.”

Lystig nodded and pulled his thick red cloak tighter around him. “We need to secure the Christmas lights before the storm gets worse.”

The three friends set to work. Lystig inspected the light garlands along the paths, while Fjære flew around ensuring the glowing crystals were still firmly attached to the tree branches. Klunte, however, quickly came up with a new idea.

“We need something that can shine through the storm!” he said excitedly, rummaging through a box of magical lights.

“Klunte, be careful!” Lystig called, but Klunte was already assembling a large glowing orb, which he called The Great Christmas Blinder. The orb glowed brightly, radiating intense warmth.

“Look! This will cut through even the thickest snow!” Klunte said proudly. He placed the orb in the center of the garden, and it lit up like a small sun.

But Klunte had once again underestimated the power of magic. The orb began to overheat, melting the snow around it and creating a small stream of water that ran down the path. When the water hit the frozen ice below, it immediately refroze, turning the path into a slippery skating rink.

“Klunte, what have you done now?!” Fjære shouted as she slid uncontrollably across the ice.

“Oops, that wasn’t the plan!” Klunte yelled, trying to chase after her, only to lose his own footing and land on his back with a loud splat in the freshly frozen snow.

Lystig put his hand to his forehead. “We need to stop that orb before the entire garden turns into an ice rink!”

The Christmas Spirit calmly raised her hand, and a wave of golden light spread from her fingertips. It enveloped the glowing orb, which immediately dimmed and stopped melting the snow. “Even the strongest magic sometimes requires a bit of balance,” she said, winking at Klunte.

Klunte got up and looked apologetically at the others. “I just thought I could do something good.”

“And you did,” Lystig said with an encouraging smile. “But maybe we should take it a little slower next time.”

Suddenly, the wind picked up, and the snow fell heavier. The snowstorm was now in full swing. The three friends struggled through the wind to secure the last of the light installations. The storm whipped the snow around them, but the Christmas lights shone brightly, refusing to be overcome.

“We’ve got this!” Lystig shouted over the howling wind. “As long as we stick together, nothing can stop us!”

The Christmas Spirit floated above them, spreading her warmth as the snow swirled around her. “Remember, even in the heart of the storm, there is peace if you let the Christmas magic guide you.”

As night fell and the storm slowly began to subside, the garden still stood radiant. The lights sparkled against the fresh snow, and the great Christmas angel shone even brighter in the moonlight. Despite the storm’s challenges, they had kept the Christmas magic alive.

Klunte, with snow in his hair and a satisfied smile, looked up at the sky. “It might not have gone exactly as planned, but it turned out pretty spectacular.”

Lystig patted him on the shoulder. “You’re right, Klunte. That’s what Christmas is all about—finding beauty, even when things go awry.”