The Letter It was a cold and dank day, but the sheer excitement in my tummy made the day feel bright, warm and delicious. My whole body felt like a bottle of coke that was on the cusp of having a peppermint thrown into it and was about to explode. Winter has always been my favourite time of the year. Snuggling up on the sofa in front of the fire with a fluffy blanket and a hot cup of tea. What can be better than that? Oh yes, my family of course. It doesn’t matter how many cups of tea or fluffy blankets you can find – without my family, winter just wouldn’t be the same. Especially when you know that inside each other’s minds, you are all secretly plotting on the best Christmas presents you can possibly find for each other. It was a few weeks before Christmas and the atmosphere around me was filled with laughter, joy and lots of glitter. I sometimes think that it is all in my imagination, I get so excited that I tire myself out seeing sparkles and baubles in every direction. But that is what I love the most, the magic of Christmas. The letter in my hands was curling at the edges from my excitement. Surrounded by my family outside Gatwick Airport. Where were we going? What was about to happen? I didn’t even have a clue because I was told simply to pack some warm clothes, but also a few bikinis and they would do the rest. Could it be somewhere cold? But then that wouldn’t make sense considering I was packing bikinis for what I assume to be a swimming pool. It was mind-blowing, that as soon as I tore that beautiful envelope, I would know, and the magic would unfold like a present under the tree on Christmas morning.
The envelope was a wintery blue; it was addressed to me, and only me. This was it; I was about to find out. Unveiling the card inside was like solving the mystery to a plot that had been building for months. The paper was thick, in an ivory lace colour with three red and gold presents on front. Beneath my trembling fingertips, I could feel something inside, it was small and solid – much bigger than a coin and a completely obscure shape. As I went to open the card I looked up at the gazing and frantically happy faces grinning at me with their suitcases and coats in hand. It was swirly, antique looking and gold in colour. It was beautiful, attached to it was a fabric tag in red unveiling the true mystery.
“Santa’s Magic Key.”
There, in a grand, wooden chair, he was. There he was. In a royal red velvet gown, a silky white beard down to his waist. His boots were black and shiny, polished so well that the light sparkled off them. His hat was warm and toasty, it cover his head and ears in the same materials as his magnificent gown. Around his waist lay golden buttons and a big black belt that rested his arms upon and welcomed me in. His face was warm and welcoming, he had such a friendly smile that lit up the room. He was old and wise and asked me what I would I like this year for Christmas. I thought about it, I hadn’t really thought about what I would like. Then I realised that actually, all my dreams and wishes had come true. That in fact, I already had my present.
We were about to make our descent. From above, the ground was pure dusty white, snow glistening on the treetops as if the North Star had shattered into a billion pieces and spread magic across the land. The sun was rising; a silky sheet of warm gold filled the air and whisked its way through the forests of clustered trees. There was nothing to be seen except speckles of white icy crystals. My heart was racing at lightning speed, I was about to walk into a dream. Somewhere I would never have imagined being able to see.
The home of Father Christmas.
Crisp white snow and dusted pine trees surrounded our home, which would be ours for the next few days. The cottage was a Nordic vision, as if someone had picked me up and placed me into a postcard. It was bitterly cold outside, minus 23 already and the sun was beginning to set. I walked inside and it was toasty warm, the smell of roasted chestnuts and cinnamon welcomed us inside. We lit the open fire and took off layers and layers of special snow gear; a snowsuit from head to toe, and special snow boots to stop us from slipping and sliding across the icy paths. I sat down having emptied my case of special goodies, and relaxed on the balcony with a nice hot mug of tea, and Finnish chocolates from Santa himself.
The following morning we awoke to darkness, as the sun is only awake for a few hours of the day in Lapland. The sun appears at eleven in the morning and descends at about two in the afternoon. It barely rises above the horizon, spreading a golden glow through the trees, and onto the snow, making the surroundings sparkle like crystals. We dressed ourselves in thermals, long johns, snow socks, snow boots and our all-in-one snowsuits before heading out into the cold. I must admit – it was bitterly cold but it was clean and fresh, it felt comfortable in our special gear. We walked down the hill cautiously to a bus that was taking us somewhere. Somewhere I didn’t know, everyone else knew except me. We drove through the mountainous land, passing snow filled trees, quaint cottages and icy lakes. We made our way over a frozen river, I heard that it had been frozen for a couple months since the cold weather started and would stay frozen till March or April when spring would begin. I looked up through the window of the bus to see two tall white candles, we were on Candle Bridge, and somewhere I had only ever dreamed about.
The bus came to a slow and steady halt and we appeared on an icy road surrounded by trees dusted by generous amounts of snow and ice. The journey hadn’t been long but I still felt the need to get up out of my seat and stretch my arms up into the air and gaze outside the window. The door opened and I could already feel the bitter cold whizzing through the carriage. I prepared myself for the cold and stepped eagerly out into the woods. A gap in the trees highlighted a path of clean fresh snow with only a few footprints that led us towards a steep downwards slope and it was time to get on our bums and slide ourselves down the mountain edge! My uncle had come prepared. With his yellow bum board in hand his placed it underneath, fixed on his hat and swooshed down the icy slide at record speed. He collided with a pile of snow at the bottom and his legs were up the air! The children all laughed and giggled and ran circles around him as he clambered back up.
Through the frosted trees led to an open space, lit with small, yellow candles. It was still dark but the sun was slowing coming up towards the horizon. To my left and my right the candles led the way through the snow. As we got further into the open area I could see in the distance, something moving. Huskies! I had never seen a pack of huskies together before! They looked so excited! The two leading the pack, were at the front, and were trying their hardest to get the others to go for a run. They were panting with excitement and I could see their breath fogging up in the cold air. Behind them was a beautifully crafted, wooden sleigh that connected to the huskies by small loose reigns, which would take them on an adventure through the snowy forest. The next adventure they would be going on would be with us. I was so excited to get on the sleigh and venture out through the trees and bends we could see around us. At close, the sleigh was an orangey glazed wood, with fine carvings along the side of the panels. It looked as if it had been hand made by the hard working Finnish people living here. The lifestyle in Lapland is very much based on the outside; farming, building and crafting, and you could tell that someone’s heart had really gone into crafting this magnificent sleigh. I slowly climbed onto the sleigh; it is quite difficult to get into specific positions when you are wearing a huge puffy snowsuit that encompasses your whole entire body. I placed my feet at the front and my family perched behind me all eager to experience what it is like to ride along the crispy white snow. The owner of the huskies was ready at the front of the pack, he spoke something in Finnish and off we went! The huskies were hungry for the run and couldn’t have bounced off any faster if they had tried. Suddenly we were headed off into the forest of white trees and glistening fine snow. Around us, there was simply nothing but trees, the glow of the sun on the land and furry waggling tails. I tried to take my time to absorb everything around me but we were whizzing around corners like a car on ice. The trees were there, and then they were gone. It was time to clamber off and step out once again, onto the fresh dry snow. The chill of the air against our faces was so cold I could barely feel my nose anymore. We watched the huskies depart once again and walked across the open space to get a drink of hot berry juice; a specialty in Finland.
Once we had finished slurping our juice we trudged through back through the white fields and up towards a charming little hut hidden beneath the trees. From the outside it was completely covered in frosty blue snow, which stood out against the landscape. As we drew closer we could feel the warmth drawing us in closer to a gap in the front where a little door lay and would lead us inside.
From the floor to the ceiling there were old wooden panels leading towards the sky and flowing out with plumes of smoke from the open fire. We drew our hands in closer and felt the warmth slowly working its way back into our fingertips. After several minutes I could move my hands freely again, and I perched on a ledge beside the crackling fire. The flames were hypnotic, they came bursting upwards in all shapes and sizes, whisking their way outwards in yellows, reds and oranges. There were only about six other people in the hut and we all drew closer. I picked up a stick from the side of the ledge and pierced it through a juicy Finnish sausage and roasted it over the hyperactive flames. Sitting there in the simple hut reminded me of how complicated we make our lives at home, and yet there is little achievement in placing food into an oven and then coming back twenty-or-so minutes later to eat. Here I felt as if I had accomplished something. It was now 2 o’clock in the afternoon and the sun was once again sinking below the horizon. A sheet of darkness was heading towards us and it was time to retreat back to our little cottage.
There, in a grand, wooden chair, he was. There he was. In a royal red velvet gown, a silky white beard down to his waist. His boots were black and shiny, polished so well that the light sparkled off them. His hat was warm and toasty, it cover his head and ears in the same materials as his magnificent gown. Around his waist lay golden buttons and a big black belt that rested his arms upon and welcomed me in. His face was warm and welcoming, he had such a friendly smile that lit up the room. He was old and wise and asked me what I would I like this year for Christmas. I thought about it, I hadn’t really thought about what I would like. Then I realised that actually, all my dreams and wishes had come true. That in fact, I already had my present.
That night we ventured out once again into the deep forest. Only this time we went further afield, to a farm; a reindeer farm. This was no ordinary reindeer farm. The farm here had been carried on through generations of family and was still running in the typical Finnish way. We met the owner, who was feeding the reindeer and preparing them for an adventure through the woods. He had created a selection of leafy greens and mushrooms to keep them strong and energized. As we drew closer to the reindeer I realised that these were nothing like the reindeer I have seen before. These were real reindeer. Their fur was soft but slightly bristled, with longer threads on their chins to keep them warm. I came closer to one I had spotted at the back of the herd, and he had amazing antlers, they looked like trees sprouting out from the back of their ears. They were twisted, tall and strong. I found out from the owner that the reindeer use their antlers to fight off any predators in the woods, and to fight off the male reindeer when they compete for female deer. In Lapland there are over one hundred thousand reindeer and they stay together to keep each other safe from bears and wolves that lurk in the woods. The reindeer that I was stood closest to was called Nepero; he had three white hooves and one black. He stood tall amongst the rest and would whisk his head to and fro to show off his magnificent antlers. I had to make sure to stay away from them because they were incredibly sharp.
Whilst gazing at Nepero, the other reindeer were being prepared with reigns and sleighs that would take us on an adventure through the dark woods and frozen lakes that encompassed the farm. The sleighs were hand crafted by the owner’s great grandfather over 100 years ago, and placed on top were warm, furry blankets to make for a comfortable journey. The reindeer were ready to take us on through the woods. We walked with them across a small icy lane beside the farm to a path into the woods where we would begin our adventure. At the front of the pack was the leader, he was chosen because he has learned the route through the forest and knows the directions that he needs to take. The other reindeer simply follow in line to pull along the sleighs through the dark forest. The night air was extremely cold and it had begun to snow. The woodland was incredibly dark but I could still see the land and the trees around us. The snow on the ground was so white that it created a sheet of light that reflected the moon and stars and made the grounds around visible to see. I was so excited to get onto the sleigh and I was chosen to sit with the leader of the pack and I was able to control the reigns alongside the farmer, who taught me about the reindeer and how important they are to Lapland. As we began, the reindeer gracefully journeyed through the paths and frozen rivers that fringed the forest. I held the reigns and carefully held on. I found it remarkable that I barely had to use them. The snow fell onto my cold face and I could feel the magic in air. It was like I had stepped into my dreams and I couldn’t believe I was actually here.
The Arctic Circle The following morning I couldn’t stop thinking about Nepero and his family of reindeer. How they were so real and yet I felt like I had dreamed it all. I was in awe at how magical the whole experience was, and yet today, I was about to embark on a journey into the Arctic Circle, to the home of Father Christmas.
It was like walking into a postcard. Trees decorated with bright Coloured lights, and elves dresses in velvet green from top to toe. The night had left a fresh layer of snow over the rooftops and window ledges. I could see the warm glow of light peering out of the windows and the excitement inside me was building. As I looked around there was magic everywhere. Lanterns stood tall amongst the grounds and lit the surroundings. Outside the elves were playing around making snowmen that were as tall as the rooftops. A carrot for the nose and the biggest scarf I have ever seen wrapped around his icy middle. I waited outside with nervous, sweaty palms, eager to meet the man himself. As I peered through the grand, wooden door I could see toys of all kinds and candles lighting up the room with a warm and friendly glow. There were presents already building up in piles around the room ready to be delivered by sleigh on Christmas Eve. The walls were coated in red and detailed with carvings in gold’s, greens and yellows. In the middle were bookshelves stacked with books of all the children in the world who have been naughty or nice.
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Aurora Borealis It was the last night of our adventure and there was one last wish I could have asked for. To see the Northern Lights, or ‘Aurora Borealis’, as it is called in Finland. Between 11pm and 2pm most nights the sky lights up with flares of different colours. We waited on top of the mountain near to our snowy cottage with all of our warm clothes on from head to toe. We waited, and waited and waited. Looking up at the sky for just one glimpse of the magic in the sky. Staring upwards looking at the stars just waiting. Threes hours passed and it was now 2 o’clock in the morning. We couldn’t wait any longer. I stood there, looking back up at the sky and imagined that for one second what it would be like to see them, the colours across the sky, lighting up the ground around us. I felt like I had realised the true meaning of Christmas. I didn’t need all of my wishes to come true, not all in one adventure. There would be many more to come. I am sure that one day, I will have the chance to see those magic lights ignite the starry sky.