It was a chilly evening in November.  My oldest son's girlfriend, who worked at a holiday merchandise warehouse, brought me some overflow items she had been given.  She was correct in thinking I would like them - both were ornaments:  One a glittering fairy with a crown, and the other, her ready helper, a little woodland elf with a leaf for a hat.

Those little gifts meant a lot to me and they hung
on a tack near my desk for about a month before
I decided to extend their existence to the digital realm. 

Now they live in Fairyland in the midst of flowers, sunny-day clouds, drinking rainwater tea, and with their Elf assistants, pleased to grant the good wishes of all who wish for good things.