Christmas Story: The Christmas Card That Flew

The Christmas Card That Flew

Snowflakes drifted softly across the little town of Pineberry as Mrs. Willow slipped her final Christmas card into the red mailbox on the corner. It was addressed to her grandson, Tommy, who had just moved to another town. She kissed the envelope for good luck and closed the mailbox lid.

But just as she turned away, a sudden whoooosh! of winter wind blasted through the street.

The mailbox popped open.
The Christmas card fluttered up.
And in an instant—it was gone!

The card twirled like a tiny white bird through the icy air. It skimmed past rooftops, looped around chimneys, and brushed against sparkling Christmas lights. Down below, the townspeople pointed and gasped as it zipped by.

"Look! A flying Christmas card!" shouted a little girl.

The wind carried the card toward the forest... until a red squirrel jumped from a branch and caught it. Though he couldn’t read, he could feel it was important. He placed it on a frozen pond, where the breeze lifted it again.

At the far end of the pond, a wise old owl swooped down and scooped the card gently in her talons. She flew toward Tommy’s town and dropped it into a postman’s bag just as he stepped outside.

On Christmas morning, Tommy opened the card. His face glowed brighter than the lights on the tree.

Back in Pineberry, Mrs. Willow sipped her cocoa and smiled, somehow knowing her card had arrived—thanks to a little Christmas magic, a squirrel, and an owl.

Even the wind delivers Christmas cheer.