"If you want your children to be intelligent, read them fairy tales. If you want them to be more intelligent, read them more fairy tales." Albert Einstein
There are five intent little faces peering down at me from my windowsill when I wake this morning. I'm a little surprised to find them there but not completely unused to the appearance of wee folk around here. "Where did you come from and however did you get up here?" I ask them.
"You brought us here," they all say at once in a chorus of tiny, sing-song voices.
"What do you mean?" I ask, "I didn't bring you here."
"Yes you did," says the littlest, "You wished for us."
"Don't you know?" asks the tall boy with gentle blue eyes, "Have you not heard the tale of Snegoorotchka, the little snow maiden?"
"Yes, of course," I say, "But I did not make you out of snow, nor did I wish for Father Frost to bring you to life."
"No?" he asks with a smile, "What is a dream if not a wish, and you did dream of us, did you not?"
I look past them at a brilliant winter sky, there is something else in the air too, the first scents of spring are dancing on the wind. I look at these darling little creatures, beings of snow and winter, and ask, "Where do you go, little ones, when Lady Spring comes with the first March thaw and breathes life into the woods, sending all those things that belong to winter back to Father Frost?"
"Why, to Winterland of course!" they cry, "And you shall come with us!"
A small story in pictures.
Little Lady Icicle
Little Lady icicle is singing in the north-land,
And bringing from the north-land a music wild and low;
And the fairies watch and listen
Where her silver slippers glisten,
As Little Lady Icicle goes singing through the snow.