Haven i Jerne

The snowstorm hadn’t let up. The wind howled through the garden, and snow continued to fall thickly, but nothing could dim the Christmas lights that Lystig and his team had created. The lights blinked stubbornly through the heavy snow, yet Klunte wasn’t satisfied.

“It’s good, but it’s not good enough!” Klunte declared, staring at the garden glittering beneath a blanket of snow. “We need something visible from the moon!”

Fjære, perched on a small branch, puffed himself up to stay warm. “Klunte, can’t we just be happy that we have the most beautiful Christmas garden for miles around?”

Klunte shook his head. “No, no, no! We can go wilder, bigger, better!” He rummaged through his bag and suddenly pulled out a small book. On the cover, golden letters read: The Big Book of Elf Magic.

Lystig gasped. “Klunte, where did you get that?”

“I… borrowed it from the elf archive,” Klunte admitted with a sheepish grin. “Don’t worry, I’ve read up on this. I have a spell that will transform our lights into a giant, shining Christmas tree star that’ll light up the whole sky!”

“Klunte, that sounds risky,” said the Christmas Spirit, floating forward with a calming glow. “The magic in that book is powerful and requires great control.”

“I’ve got this!” Klunte insisted, flipping to a page filled with intricate symbols. “Just watch!”

Before anyone could stop him, he began muttering the mysterious words. The snow around him started swirling faster, and the air grew heavy with energy. A faint golden light gathered in his hands and quickly grew.

“Klunte, stop, it’s too much!” Lystig shouted, but Klunte was already caught in the vortex of magic.

Suddenly, the light he had gathered exploded into a massive glittering cloud that spread across the entire garden. At first, it looked spectacular—snow reflected the lights, and the entire area glowed like a giant crystal ball. But then things started to go wrong.

The light became unstable. It flickered violently, and the snow around them began to melt and refreeze in an unpredictable rhythm. A strong wind picked up, and it felt as if the snowstorm itself was angry.

“Oh no,” Klunte whispered. “This wasn’t supposed to happen…”

Before anyone could react, a deep, resonant BOOM echoed. Everyone looked up to see a large red sleigh plummeting through the clouds. It tumbled through the air as six reindeer struggled to regain control. But the storm was too strong, and the sleigh hurtled toward the ground.

“IT’S SANTA!” Fjære shrieked, flying into a panic.

“We have to do something!” Lystig shouted, running toward where the sleigh was about to crash.

The sleigh landed with a massive thud in the middle of the garden, sliding to a stop just in front of the giant Christmas angel. The reindeer shook off the snow, while a round, red-clad figure with a long white beard climbed out of the sleigh, struggling to stay upright.

“Ho-ho-ho… or maybe ho-ho-ouch,” Santa mumbled as he tried to steady himself. “Who’s been playing with magic?”

Klunte hesitantly stepped forward. “It… might have been me,” he admitted, blushing furiously.

Santa chuckled, despite the seriousness of the situation. “Klunte, my boy, you have talent—though it could use some fine-tuning.” He looked around and nodded appreciatively. “But what a garden! You’ve truly created something special here.”

The Christmas Spirit stepped forward and helped Santa brush the snow off his coat. “We must restore balance in the garden and ensure your sleigh is ready again. After all, Christmas Eve is just a few days away.”

Lystig nodded determinedly. “We’ll help you, Santa. Klunte, it’s time to fix your mistakes.”

Klunte took a deep breath and picked up the book. “Okay, I’m ready. This time, I’ll do it right.”

As the snow continued to swirl around them, a new, more controlled magical adventure began. One thing was certain: the fate of Christmas now rested on their shoulders.