Enchanted Christmas -

"You have found the Heart of Winter, Clara," a soft, musical voice seemed to echo directly in her mind, though the stag's lips did not move. "This is the source of the Enchanted Christmas. It is fueled by the love, kindness, and hope in the hearts of those who believe."

Clara gasped in awe. Standing near the base of the tree was a creature unlike any she had ever seen. It was a stag, but its coat was as white as the purest snow, and its antlers were made of shimmering crystal that reflected the starlight in a dazzling array of colors. The creature looked at Clara with deep, knowing eyes that held the wisdom of centuries. Enchanted Christmas

was already stepping back into the silver mist, leaving only a trail of sparkling stardust behind. "You have found the Heart of Winter, Clara,"